There are no pictures of my mother’s wedding. There is also no dress, no veil, no cards or gifts from friends. If it weren’t for the shoes, it would be as if the wedding never happened. Neatly packed between delicate layers of tissue paper, they made the move from Russia to Israel. But they did not fit into our bags on the next leg of the journey. Immigrations are new beginnings, and new beginnings mean leaving your old things behind. Even the important things, even the things you know you’ll miss.