No More Kibbutz Visits

I used to have an uncle living in a Kibbutz.

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Around twenty years ago, I discovered that I had a cousin from Sweden. That cousin was older than my eldest brother, and we loved visiting him and his father in a Kibbutz here in Israel.

My cousin visited his mother back in Sweden and was the victim of a car accident.

Rewind a few months earlier when his father and the rest of our family were arguing about the inheritance while my grandmother was alive. He cut ties when he didn’t get what he wanted.

When we came to console him after the accident, he turned us away.

That was the day I decided money would never stand between my loved ones and me.

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