“Baruch Hashem, but Tammy seems to be drifting in a different direction. I’m worried,” said Mom sadly
It’s ruined before it begins. Listen to the typical exchange between my new teacher and me.
“Tammy Sacks?” she says as she goes through the list of names.
“Here,” I say, as I raise my hand.
With an arched eyebrow she asks, “Are you the sister of Fraidy Sacks?”
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