Weekly Story: You Were Not Abandoned, Part 2
One year, around ten years after the passing of Malka’s adopted parents and her immediate decision to move as far away as one can, a rabbi showed up in her village, knocked on her door and asked if she was Jewish. “I was shocked,” says Malka, “as I thought I would never be found; but I answered truthfully, ‘Yes.’ But then I asked him, ‘How do you know?’ He told me that he has a small package containing matza for me from the Rebbe.”











