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It’s when my kids are neediest and my smile has to be the widest, and my husband’s empty chair hits me the hardest.

In case you can’t tell, I’m terrified for Shabbos – and feeling extremely guilty about it.

My youngest child asked me last week with huge eyes where the regular Shabbos party is, and I just swallowed hard without answering because I wouldn’t let myself cry.

When I couldn’t afford to buy treats, I started baking something nice every week. But last week, I couldn’t even pay for the eggs and flour for my kids’ favorite cake recipe, so a Shabbos went by without A SINGLE PIECE of tasty food in the house.

I was once normal, like you. Then, my husband was killed. Overnight, I was an almanah, and my ten children were orphans. My kids are hungry, and the bank is threatening to evict us from our home.

We can’t go on like this! This week it was egg, and last week it was milk for breakfast, and the week before it was the eviction notice.

Money isn’t just comfort. It’s stability. Please let me give my children their basic needs!

The Rabbanim bless all those who assist the family with “blessings of success, parnassah b’kavod, children, life, and sustenance.” Click here to read the full letter and save a widow and 10 children.