Our seminary daughter came home to help – so why am I scrubbing on my own?
Curling up on the couch, I tuck the throw around me and crack open my laptop. I have zero interest in reading any emails from people or stores who want me or my money. If I squint, I can bypass all the work emails that I should be answering and go straight to Rivka Baila’s @sem email address. Midbar Yehuda!!!!! the subject line screams. I smile at the exclamation points, each one a little stick that says, “Hi, I’m in seminary, and I don’t use regular decibel levels.”
I click on the attachments. Rivka Baila with Etti Markowitz, her roommate. Rivka Baila with Henny Fisher, Rivka Baila with Etti again. I close my eyes, inserting myself mentally into the photo, surrounded by sand dunes and azure skies, the scent of summer wafting through my freezing living room.
March is still roaring like a lion in Flatbush, although it looks like in Eretz Yisrael it’s winding down like a lamb.
I click through the rest of the photos and then notice Rivka Baila’s hastily typed email: 3,000 girls waiting for computers! Love you! Wish I was seeing you soon 🙁
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