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Today all I can think about is food. Here we go, another Yom Kippur. The day that we cannot eat at all! I always look forward to the sweet, delicious, and grandiose meal that my mom prepares for us before we begin fasting, but then I realize that the food never lasts long. You eat the meal, you let it settle, you go do the bathroom and there went your meal!

People always ask me, “How do you do it?” “How do you go an ENTIRE day without eating?” My answer is always the same, I don't know. I wake up at around 9:00 go to temple, pray, stare and pray. Then I go back to my house for a two-hour break and once again return to temple for the final prayers. While I am at the temple my stomach never grumbles or hurts, but once I get home that is when it hits! I just have this urge to go down stairs and get a small snack. I mean what would happen to me, is it a sin? One side of my body tells me “Go downstairs and get a snack.” and then the other side of my body tells me “ Don't give up only 4 more hours left!”. Although I always have the temptation to go get a snack, somehow I manage to resist my needs. The suffering that I experience for only one day is incomparable to that of which babies, children and adults live with every day of their life. Yom Kippur is not only a day where you are not allowed to eat but also a day to reflect.