How a Plate of Knafeh Made Me a Better Neighbor
How a plate of pastry sparked a decade-long friendship
There was a knock at the door. We hadn’t ordered takeout, and I wasn’t expecting friends, so I peered through the window that overlooks our entrance. A small boy stood there alone. No car in the driveway, no clipboard-wielding volunteer, no pair of neon-vested do-gooders trying to save the armless-legless-goatless children during dinner. Just one boy, y…
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