During Hanukkah at the resthome, I asked this one soft-spoken resident if he had any childhood memories of Hanukkah.
"Not really," he was like, "We didn't do much but light candles."
He then said that one year his older sister got her hair caught on fire, and they had to get a towel or a blanket or whatever and put it out.
The other week this resident passed away.
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