By Michael Gammal One day I walked up to my dad and asked him if I can read from the torah. He replied to me, “Yes.” The next day I got my part to read. I practiced it. On Saturday it was my turn to read. I went up to the torah and read it very badly. I felt so embarrassed that I ran out of the room and started crying. The next week I wanted to read from the torah again. I practiced and when it was my turn to read I was perfect. I felt so happy. Now I want to do it every week.