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Ruchama Cohen

Leah Moskowitz looked out the window of her mother’s car and swallowed hard. Bnos Chana was so big, at least twice the size of her old school inDetroit. “That’sNew Yorkfor you,” her mother said, following her gaze. Leah watched as hundreds of girls poured out of their school buses and entered the school’s open double doors. They were laughing and chatting happily, excited to see each other again after a long summer vacation. “You’ll be fine,” her mother said. “Don’t worry, all the girls will lov

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

theaterSquaring her shoulders, she clutched her knapsack, and headed for the school building. She looked around almost expecting to see Sori, Miriam, or any of her old friends fromDetroit, coming out to greet her. But, of course, there was no one there, besides for hundreds of girls who Leah didn’t know.

She remembered what Sori had said to her the night before they moved. “Leah,” she had said, wagging her finger at her, “with a voice like yours, you have nothing to worry about. As soon as anyone inNew Yorkhears you sing, they’re just going to adore you!”

Leah had smiled then, but she hadn’t agreed. She’d already decided that no one in her new class in New Yorkwould hear her singing voice. She wanted to make new friends because of her middos and personality, not because she had a beautiful voice.

Just then, she heard a voice from behind her. “Hi, I’m Penina Gold, and you must be Leah Moskowitz?”

Leah nodded at the girl who came to stand next to her.

“Welcome to Bnos Chana,” Penina said, grabbing her arm. “I heard from my cousin who lives inDetroitthat we were getting a new girl. Come I’ll show you our classroom.” 

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