It’s Sunday, April 11, 2021. Two days from now, it will have been one year since my mother passed away, according to the Gregorian calendar. The yahrzeit, or anniversary on the Hebrew calendar, has just passed, and I spent most of that day in bed…

And now, if I can hold it together for just another five minutes, I will have received my second shot against the disease that killed my mother.

 ‘But with my magic dial, your mommy wouldn’t be dead,’ my daughter says.

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