Rebecca sat wistfully looking out of the window, watching the people below predictably returning home to the safe confines of what they've always done,and will always do.

That's the Jewish way, you see. Everything ticking over, nothing to rock the boat. The stability of routine, of customs, of tradition... of rules.

As she sat there pondering her bat mizvah last year, what happened, and what it meant; she gazed out onto the grey Ford sedan that had just pulled up. Her favourite uncle was here.

As he climbed out of the car, the sun was just dipping down, heading toward the distant horizon, and Rebecca could hear her mother familiarly muttering to herself as she revised the table settings, "Challah, wine, and gefilte fish." The standard Friday night.

She slid off her window seat, casually switched off her cellphone completely and placed it to charge on her night table, before she descended the stairs, into the arms of her waiting uncle. "Rebecca, so big now." She smiled. "I am nearly 14. Practically a grown up." "We shall see." He vaguely replied.

Her Uncle Eli turned and walked into the dining room. The rest of the family followed suit. Before sitting down, everyone bowed their heads as Rebecca and her mother lit one Shabbath candle each, as Uncle Eli lead the family through the opening prayers.

After washing their hands, everyone took to their seats around the table,Uncle Eli at the head, a place of dignity for the eldest male. They broke the challah and hungrily enjoyed the feast in front of them.

As the wine was poured, the conversation started flowing freely: politics, scandals, family gossip, and of course, Rebecca's baby brother's bar mitzvah that was fast approaching. "You will join me as a man, and take your place to lead this family." Uncle Eli proudly announced. Josh reddened he was beaming so brightly.

Rebecca felt mildly slighted by her uncle's oversight, and took this opportunity to turn the conversation to something that had been dwelling on her mind for the last 11 months, since her bat mitzah celebrated her technically becoming a woman.

"Uncle Eli, I would like to share a passage from the Torah that I've been thinking a lot about." He smiled warmly at her, encouraging her to go forward. She opened up the much loved pages, and dove straight in.

"A good woman is hard to find... She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she's put aside..." "Plants a garden." Her uncle finished for her. "Proverbs 31 my dear. Speak to me of your choice."