When I was eight, our apartment in Haifa always felt a bit chilly in December. But during Hanukkah everything changed — the smell of sufganiyot, the warm glow of the candles. My grandmother told her story again about how light wins even when things feel uncertain.
When I look at that blurry old photo, I can almost hear her voice again. And I want my kids to hear it someday too.
— David Ben Haim, 48, Haifa