Why was this night different than all other nights? Where to start? The matzah was the least of our worries this year, when grocery store shelves were wiped clean. If we had been trying to flee Egypt, we would have left empty-handed. But, instead, we have been told to stay put. So we gathered around laptop screens and read from the Haggadah. And even from hundreds and thousands of miles apart, we shared laughter and bitter herbs, and read promises of next year. 

It was one for the books. 

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