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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
IKH HOB DIKH TSUFIL LIB*
Beryl’s wealthy uncle paid his way to America to study medicine in exchange for help in his store. The long narrow shop smelled of leather, licorice, and chocolate, but mostly, it reeked of Uncle Sol’s cigars.
“Did you leave a sweetheart in Moldavia, Beryl?”
“Say the word and I’ll bring her over.”
“Beryl, don’t go. I’ll die of a broken heart.”
“I’ll come back for you, Havah.”
“She perished in a pogrom four years ago.”
Sol stopped to wait on a young mother with her child.
“Beryl, meet Mrs. Gitterman from Moldavia.”
Beryl’s heart thundered her name. “Havah!”
*I Love You Too Much
Just for fun an updated traditional Yiddish melody if you’re in the mood. 😉