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Genre: Romance

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Genre: Romance

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Ezekiel has been running from his past his entire life. Is the one person he shouldn't pursue the one person that can redeem him? **Jewish Word Definitions** Bedeken (Be-dek-un) - during the signing of the ketubah, marriage contract, the groom with pull a veil over the bride to signify his love for her is her inner beauty. It also comes from the story in the Tanakh where Jacob was tricked into marrying the wrong sister because she was veiled. If the husband does the veiling himself, he cannot be tricked. Breaking the glass- The groom breaks a glass with his right foot. Traditionally done to remember that although a wedding is a time of joy, Jews still mourn the destruction of the temple. It can also be seen as a reminder to keep the party from becoming too rowdy or as a reminder that marriage has joyful and sorrowful moments and it represents the bride and groom staying by each other. Challah (Khah-luh with a gutteral 'H' sound, similar to what 'Kh' might sound like) - braided bread eaten on ceremonial occasions Chuppah( (Kh-up-uh) - wedding canopy with four sides to symbolize the home the couple are building together. Can be covered with a tallit. Dreidel (Dray-dl) - four sided top, used to play a game for children Hanukkah (Hahn-uh-kuh) - Jewish holiday celebrated in early December. Horah (Hore-uh) - a Jewish folk dance done in a circle. The bridge and groom may be lifted on chairs to single them out for attention on their day. For other celebrations, people are not lifted onto chairs. Often it is danced to ‘Hava Nagila’ Kugel (Koo-gul) - a sweet, egg noodle dish Latkes (Lot-kuhs) - potatoe pancakes Mazel Tov (Mozz-l Tuhv) - means ‘congratulations’ in Hebrew. Menorah (Mehn-or-uh) - nine-branched candelabrum lit during the eight-day holiday of Hanukkah Mishpocheh (Mish-paw-kheh)- non blood family. Shabbot (Shuh-but)- Jewish day of rest, usually beginng Friday night before sunset until the appearance of three stars Saturday night. Sheva B’rachot (Shev-uh Brack-ut) - “Seven Blessings” readings that come from ancient teachings and are read at traditional Jewish weddings. Many people have close family or friends read them. They focus on joy, celebration, and love. Shiva (Shiv-uh) -a week long mourning period in Judaism for immediate family members. Usually a candle is to stay lit the whole week, prayers are said, easy kosher meals are eaten, low stools or chairs are sat on, mirrors and pictures are covered, and everyone is expected to wash hands before coming into the home. The earliest references to shive are found in Genesis 7:10 and Genesis 50:10. Tallit (Tahl-id)-a fringed prayer shawl. May be incorporated into a Jewish wedding in a few ways: the bride gives one to the groom, it covers the chuppah, or the parents cover the bride and groom as a symbol of unity. Tanakh (Ta-na-h with a gutteral 'H' sound, similar to what 'Kh' might sound like) -Jewish/Hebrew Bible, Christian Old Testament, includes the Torah (first five books of the Bible which is also known as the Pentatuech), the Nevi’im (the books of the prophets), and the Ketuvim (writings that include Psalms and Proverbs) Tzimmes (Simmas) - vegetable stew made with sweet potatoes, carrots, dried fruit, and orange juice Yarmulke (Yahm-uh-kuh) - Jewish headware for prayers and ceremonies. Yichud (Y-eye-tchood) - a ritual time where the newly wed couples spend time alone together in a secluded room, sometimes the marriage would be consummated, other times they’d enjoy a meal, or quiet time alone. **Spanish Word Definitions** Ay, Dios Mío- ‘Oh my God’ ¡Metete un tos cosas!- ‘mind your own business’ Párale- ‘cut it out’, ‘stop’ Por amor a Dios - literally ‘for the love of God’, basically ‘for fuck sake’ Sato/Sata- insult meaning ‘whore’ I'm going back and reviewing, editing, and adding to 'Got A Hold On Me'. Edits, suggestions, comments are all welcome and appreciated. The playlist is in my 'news' area where you can copy and paste the link if you're interested. I have both a Spotify and an Apple Music link, they're basically the same (Apple Music has a couple songs Spotify doesn't, I think). Each chapter is named after a song that I feel fits the mood or theme of the chapter and then some other songs are added that fit the overall feel of the story and songs that are mentioned are added.

Summary

Ezekiel has been running from his past his entire life. Is the one person he shouldn't pursue the one person that can redeem him?

**Jewish Word Definitions**
Bedeken (Be-dek-un) - during the signing of the ketubah, marriage contract, the groom with pull a veil over the bride to signify his love for her is her inner beauty. It also comes from the story in the Tanakh where Jacob was tricked into marrying the wrong sister because she was veiled. If the husband does the veiling himself, he cannot be tricked.
Breaking the glass- The groom breaks a glass with his right foot. Traditionally done to remember that although a wedding is a time of joy, Jews still mourn the destruction of the temple. It can also be seen as a reminder to keep the party from becoming too rowdy or as a reminder that marriage has joyful and sorrowful moments and it represents the bride and groom staying by each other.
Challah (Khah-luh with a gutteral 'H' sound, similar to what 'Kh' might sound like) - braided bread eaten on ceremonial occasions
Chuppah( (Kh-up-uh) - wedding canopy with four sides to symbolize the home the couple are building together. Can be covered with a tallit.
Dreidel (Dray-dl) - four sided top, used to play a game for children
Hanukkah (Hahn-uh-kuh) - Jewish holiday celebrated in early December.
Horah (Hore-uh) - a Jewish folk dance done in a circle. The bridge and groom may be lifted on chairs to single them out for attention on their day. For other celebrations, people are not lifted onto chairs. Often it is danced to ‘Hava Nagila’
Kugel (Koo-gul) - a sweet, egg noodle dish
Latkes (Lot-kuhs) - potatoe pancakes
Mazel Tov (Mozz-l Tuhv) - means ‘congratulations’ in Hebrew.
Menorah (Mehn-or-uh) - nine-branched candelabrum lit during the eight-day holiday of Hanukkah
Mishpocheh (Mish-paw-kheh)- non blood family.
Shabbot (Shuh-but)- Jewish day of rest, usually beginng Friday night before sunset until the appearance of three stars Saturday night.
Sheva B’rachot (Shev-uh Brack-ut) - “Seven Blessings” readings that come from ancient teachings and are read at traditional Jewish weddings. Many people have close family or friends read them. They focus on joy, celebration, and love.
Shiva (Shiv-uh) -a week long mourning period in Judaism for immediate family members. Usually a candle is to stay lit the whole week, prayers are said, easy kosher meals are eaten, low stools or chairs are sat on, mirrors and pictures are covered, and everyone is expected to wash hands before coming into the home. The earliest references to shive are found in Genesis 7:10 and Genesis 50:10.
Tallit (Tahl-id)-a fringed prayer shawl. May be incorporated into a Jewish wedding in a few ways: the bride gives one to the groom, it covers the chuppah, or the parents cover the bride and groom as a symbol of unity.
Tanakh (Ta-na-h with a gutteral 'H' sound, similar to what 'Kh' might sound like) -Jewish/Hebrew Bible, Christian Old Testament, includes the Torah (first five books of the Bible which is also known as the Pentatuech), the Nevi’im (the books of the prophets), and the Ketuvim (writings that include Psalms and Proverbs)
Tzimmes (Simmas) - vegetable stew made with sweet potatoes, carrots, dried fruit, and orange juice
Yarmulke (Yahm-uh-kuh) - Jewish headware for prayers and ceremonies.
Yichud (Y-eye-tchood) - a ritual time where the newly wed couples spend time alone together in a secluded room, sometimes the marriage would be consummated, other times they’d enjoy a meal, or quiet time alone.

**Spanish Word Definitions**
Ay, Dios Mío- ‘Oh my God’
¡Metete un tos cosas!- ‘mind your own business’
Párale- ‘cut it out’, ‘stop’
Por amor a Dios - literally ‘for the love of God’, basically ‘for fuck sake’
Sato/Sata- insult meaning ‘whore’

I'm going back and reviewing, editing, and adding to 'Got A Hold On Me'. Edits, suggestions, comments are all welcome and appreciated.

The playlist is in my 'news' area where you can copy and paste the link if you're interested. I have both a Spotify and an Apple Music link, they're basically the same (Apple Music has a couple songs Spotify doesn't, I think). Each chapter is named after a song that I feel fits the mood or theme of the chapter and then some other songs are added that fit the overall feel of the story and songs that are mentioned are added.

Chapter1 (v.3) - Fortunate Son

Author Chapter Note

Shiva (Shiv-uh) -a week long mourning period in Judaism for immediate family members. Usually a candle is to stay lit the whole week, prayers are said, easy kosher meals are eaten, low stools or chairs are sat on, mirrors and pictures are covered, and everyone is expected to wash hands before coming into the home. The earliest references to shive are found in Genesis 7:10 and Genesis 50:10.<br /> <br /> Shabbot (Shuh-but)- Jewish day of rest, usually beginng Friday night before sunset until the appearance of three stars Saturday night.<br />

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Submitted: September 19, 2020

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Ezekiel

It’s colder today than it usually is this time of year.  I enjoy the cold and when the weather starts to change, but today, I don’t like it.  I don’t like anything today.  The weather is something between sleet and rain, the plinking sound off my umbrella sets my nerves on edge.

I watch them lower the casket like I’d watch a scary movie; distraught but I can’t not watch.  

The car crash was so bad we had to have a closed casket, which doesn’t bother me.  I don’t think I could stand seeing my dad dead, anyway.

I look to my mother and place my hand in hers, but she doesn’t react at all.  I don’t know where she is, but she isn’t here at Montefiore Cemetery burying her husband.  Her eyes are glazed and she isn’t interacting at all.  I’d say she’s still in shock that dad died, but this is normal behavior for her.

The cemetary provided roses for everyone to put over the casket once it’s been lowered into the ground.  Uncle Roy, my mother’s twin, has to practically drag her past the burial site to drop her flower in.

My best friend, Dylan, gently punches my shoulder as he passes by to drop his rose in.  I wish I could run to his house to play ball and forget all this, but I have to spend the next few days sitting shiva, the customary mourning time in Judaism, for my dad.

I focus on the roses falling into the ground and then one is close and out of focus.  I take a step back and refocus my eyes on this little, tiny girl in front of me.  

Her hair is pulled into a couple small braids on each side of her head and her green eyes seem ginormous in her face.  Amelia.  Dylan’s little sister.  Usually she’s covered in dirt and running around her dad’s feet near a car he’s fixing.  Today she’s calm and put together.

Amelia holds the rose out to me.  I push her arm and point towards the big hole in the ground.  “Go put it in there, Amelia,” I whisper in a scolding tone.  She never does what she’s supposed to and it’s kind of annoying for Dylan and me when we’re playing and she gets in the way.  And she always gets in the way.

Her green eyes blink at me like I’m stupid.  “You need it.”  It’s hard to understand her words when they’re slurred and mispronounced.

I take the stupid flower from her tiny hands just to shut her up.  She follows Mr. Johnson to their seats and he gently pats her head.  I have to look away because I suddenly realize my dad is never going to pat my head again.  

Uncle Roy stays with mom and me while we sit shiva.  I understand the purpose, but sitting on the ground and praying all day is boring.  This doesn’t make me feel better at all.  But I sit quietly and watch the shiva candle burn.

We decide to end shiva early because of Shabbot, a day of rest.

My father would always read the Tanakh, mostly from the Torah, the first five books, on Saturday nights.  I got used to hearing from The Law and my father’s gravely voice teaching me early on what it meant to be a man and the difference between right and wrong.  Even though it was part of our family routine, it bored me endlessly.  Now I wish I could hear him go on and on about ‘being different from this world.’

Uncle Roy decides to leave Sunday morning.  “Are you sure you can’t stay,” I beg.

He pats me on the back.  “Wish I could, chub, but I need to get back to work.  You guys will be fine and I can come to visit.”  I know those are just words to placate me because he lives in New Jersey and this is the first time in two years I’ve seen him.  

I almost ask him if I can go with him because I’d rather be anywhere but here alone with my mom.  I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but I know how she acts isn’t normal.

I know I could never leave her, though.  Without dad she has nobody. She needs somebody.

I watch Uncle Roy drive his rental car down the block, then rush to call Dylan to see if he can play.  I don’t think my mom even realizes I left.

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It’s been a little over a week since Uncle Roy left and we’ve eaten all the food people gave us.  I stare at the empty fridge then close my eyes and pray some miracle happens, like manna from heaven, and there’s suddenly some matzo ball soup or a brisket or anything sitting on a shelf, but when I open my eyes the fridge is as empty as it was before.  

I find my mom in her bedroom.  She’s muttering something and scratching at her palms.  She hasn’t showered in days and I don’t know how to make her.  Why hadn’t dad left me some kind of user manual for her?

“Mom?”  I gently shake her to get her attention.  “Mama, we don’t have any food.”

She completely ignores me.  Maybe she doesn’t even hear me.

I’m only seven but I’ve never felt so defeated.  I really hope this isn’t what life is all about.  

“Will you at least come shower while I find something to make?”  I pull on her hand and thankfully she follows me.  I start the shower and leave her alone while I search her purse for some money.  

I ride my bike to the nearest gas station.  I grab a half gallon of milk, a box of cereal, some bread, peanut butter, and a couple frozen dinners.  The gas station clerk gives me a funny look, but other than that I’m able to get home with no problems.  

I put away the few things I bought, then go check to see if my mom is feeling better after her shower, but I hear the water still running so I cautiously open the bathroom door.  She’s sitting on the floor exactly where I left her, staring at nothing.

I get her to bed, but don’t have the energy left to warm anything up for dinner, so I go to my room and cry into my pillow.  I’m angry at my dad for leaving us, for leaving me.  I don’t know how to do this.

The next morning I wake up with a renewed spirit.  I’ll learn to cook.  I’ll be a  man and take care of us.  I can do this.  I have to do this.  There’s no other option.

I find an old Betty Crocker cook book in a cabinet and look up a few different recipes but I have no idea what these words mean.  Dice an onion?  Julienne carrots?  Sweat vegetables?  Sweat?  I hope that doesn’t mean I’ve been eating sweat from people.

I place the cookbook in my bookbag.  I’ll ask a teacher tomorrow at school or maybe Sophie, Dylan’s mom.  

My mom is having a particularly bad day.  She’s screaming and throwing things, so I do my best to stay away from her.  

The doorbell rings and I’m briefly frozen in fear.  I don’t want anyone to see my mom like this and I don’t want the sound to upset her.  I rush to the door before she gets there.

“Hi.”  Dylan waves a goofy wave and offers a toothless smile.  “Can you play?”  He tries to look passed me into my house.  

I squeeze through as small an opening as possible and shut the door quickly behind me.  “Yeah, want to go to the park?  We can shoot hoops.”

Any curiosity he had vanishes and we ride our bikes to the park.  

I stay at his house until Mrs. Johnson tells me it’s time to leave.  I manage to get home before the street lights turn on.  

I slink as quietly as I can into the house, hoping my mom doesn’t hear me.  It’s quiet, so I go check on her.  She’s sprawled out on the couch, where I notice an orange pill bottle.  “Oxycodone”.  I have no clue what this is, but I doubt it’s anything good.

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I choose to stay inside for recess at school and Dylan rolls his eyes before running onto the playground.  I do want to go play with him and the other boys, but I need some answers.

“Are you ok, Ezekiel,” Mrs. Calhoun asks.

I open my backpack and show her the cookbook.  “I want to surprise my mom with a fancy meal.  She’s been so sad.”  That’s not entirely untrue.

“Of course, she has been.”  She pats my hand and frowns.  I hate that look.  The look people give me when they’re pitying me.  “How have you been, though?”

I swallow as I prepare to lie.  My dad would’ve hated me lying.  Too bad he isn’t here to show me not to.  “I have some sad times, but I’m good.  Dylan and my mom have really been there.”  I push the cookbook closer to her.  “Can you help me know what these things mean?”

Mrs. Calhoun is distracted enough and looks over the few recipes I bookmarked and the terms I highlighted.  “You think you can do this all on your own?”

Swallow.  Lie.  “Mrs. Johnson will probably help, but I want to show her how smart I am.”  So many lies.  

“I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully.”  She smiles at me, then spends the rest of recess explaining the different terms and the ways to do each thing.  Honestly, it all sounds much easier than I had expected. 


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