I am Shani Louk HY”D ’s father.
That sentence still feels unreal. It lands like a weight on my chest-heavy, final, impossible to lift. Shani was my daughter: vibrant, creative, stubborn in the best way, someone whose presence filled a room. On…

I am Shani Louk HY”D ’s father.
That sentence still feels unreal. It lands like a weight on my chest-heavy, final, impossible to lift. Shani was my daughter: vibrant, creative, stubborn in the best way, someone whose presence filled a room. On…