By: Gabriela Yareliz
It’s Thursday, which means Sabbath prep. Part of that means doing laundry. As I was chatting with my mom, we remembered that when I was little and we lived in an apartment, our family went to a laundromat. I have a memory from this time; sitting, waiting and drinking a Snapple.
It’s funny how these types of memories come back to us in the most random ways.
