Purim Story Short


I was hoping to have this story done and finaled before Purim this year, but since I haven’t I’m offering readers a sneak peek of it. Consider this a rough draft as there are some edits and tweaks that I need to still do and, of course, it needs pictures.

But if you have little ones and you are looking for a sweet Purim story about what is really important then check it out. I’m posting a snippet here. If you’d like to read the story in its entirety please use the contact bar or leave a comment and I will get it to you. (Please be advised this story may NOT be reprinted or distributed without complete and written permission from Faygie Holt.)

Estie stared out the window. Children were running up and down the street carrying baskets and bags, wearing colorful costumes and brilliant smiles.

It was Purim day, but it didn’t feel that way to Estie.

Two days ago, she had taken a big fall and now her foot was in a cast and she couldn’t go delivering mishloach manot to anyone. Instead, she’d helped her mother prepare all the baskets and then watched as her father and her brothers and sisters headed out to visit friends, neighbors, classmates, rebbeim and teachers.

Estie and her mother stayed at home. Her mother had assured her that her friends would come and visit, but Estie wasn’t so sure.

A car pulled up in front of her driveway and Estie watched a girl in a cowgirl costume got out and came running up to the front door. Estie’s mother answered the bell and opened the door.  It was her best friend, Hena. “This is for you,” Hena said, handing Estie a big pink box. “Chag Sameach.”

Estie smiled and handed Hena her own shalach manot package.

Over the next hour, there were more visitors and more packages. Estie’s mother stacked all the shalach manos boxes on the big table near the front door. She let Estie have the first look at what was inside and even let her take one the candies before her brothers and sisters came back.

Estie took the giant lollipop and her mother helped her back into her seat looking out onto the street. She noticed the door opening across the street and Mr. Belinsky step slowly out onto his porch, using his cane for support.

He looked up and down the block. Saw all the children running around, but no one stopped to say hello. Estie didn’t think she’d seen a single person bring Mr. Belinksy shalach manos at all.

“Mommy!,” Estie cried. 

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