Malky leaned into my father, “Should I call Hatzolah?” she asked as a formality, just to confirm that everything was okay. Wasn’t it?,
BENEATH THE SURFACE He went home Sunday. All’s well that ends well right? But that just hides the unsettling feelings that surface when I laugh too forcefully and the quiet lingers a moment too long
I leaned over my father and looked him in the eye.
“I can’t promise you I won’t write about this” I told him wryly.
He breathed out a light chuckle and gave a smile that was a grimace. I stepped back and moments later Hatzolah members carted him off to the hospital.
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