one in her arms, not the golem, you are snuggling against her, utterly safe and at peace.
you dip your head low over the pot to smother the sounds of your crying, salting the soup with your tears.
the temptation to break the fourth principle here will be very strong. it may become necessary to avoid the golem’s eyes, especially after the singing, when you take it from your mother’s arms. to look into its blue eyes will be to wonder if you see something in them, something you did not put there, something that reminds you not only of your mother but your grandmother. there is nothing there that you did 