Good story: When the bride discovered the mother who raised her

"Know that my son's bride was handed over to your mother for safekeeping. After a period with your parents, she was handed over to the adoptive family. If the adoptive family was not supposed to know your parents, it was forbidden in terms of adoption procedures, but her curiosity increased and she peered at your mother through the window." An exciting story about the reincarnation of free love

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When my parents were alive, they would occasionally hold Bar Mitzvah and groom Shabbos for non-religious people at the Great Synagogue in Kiryat Shmuel. In addition to the Torah, the Sabbath also included a small feast (called Kiddush) after prayer, which my dear mother prepared with great love and warmth.

As the parents got older, one of the brothers took on the important project, still assisting my mother in preparing the meal. Fourteen years ago, my brother, Bar Mitzvah, made a casual living, and my mother, of course, helped prepare the kiddush. The boy grew up and got married and my brother made and arranged for him and his partner the Sabbath groom. Closing the circle was exciting, but all that didn't prepare him for the story he would hear from the groom's mother that Saturday.

And so she told him: "Know that my son's bride was born to a 17-year-old girl who could not grow up and she was handed over to your mother on duty." My parents, who were living in Kiryat Shmuel, were an open house in every area of ​​Haifa for children who did not have a home.
To my brother's surprise, the groom's mother went on to say: "After a period of time with your parents, she was handed over to a young adoptive family. If the adoptive family was not to know your parents, since this is forbidden in terms of adoption procedures, the adoptive mother's curiosity increased and she looked through the window of the The adoption agency. She saw your mother holding the little girl in her hands, and identified her as the grocery store owner in Kiryat Shmuel. "

The excited bride came over to my brother and jokingly told him that they were actually stepbrothers. When my brother thought he had heard it all, the bride's adoptive mother - yes, that curious and kind woman - approached him and said: "I was a primary nurse in the hospital's hematology department when she was diagnosed with cancer. I saw you around her all the time. I was comfortable approaching you then, but know that I cared for your mother with dedication and love until the day she died, and I kept reminding her of the time she cared for my dear home. Her image - holding my home with love in her hands - so in the adoption agency, will remain engraved in my heart forever. "

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