Brothers and sisters,
This letter is being written while tears flow through my eyes.
My father unfortunately died and left me and my siblings as yesomim.
Since then, our house was not the same. There was unrest and sadness.
I am going to be married shortly and I do not even have a gown to walk down the aisle. I have no money and I am desperate.
Please do not let me be ashamed on the day of my wedding!
My father is looking down from shomayim and I am sure that he will advocate on your behalf for taking care of his yesoma.
Please be kind and help me pay for my wedding.
I will bl"n daven for you.
Thank you.
Beruria
