Protecting my child’s health meant abandoning everything we’d built
I take the hands of the toddlers on either side of me and motion for their third and final classmate to close the circle.
“Let’s sing it together now,” I say. “Alef-beis-veis…”
“Alef-beis-veis,” the children chorus after me.
“Gimmel-daled-he-ey,” I sing.
“Gimmel-daled-heeeeey….”
There’s a knock at the door to the preschool — really just a converted garage on one side of the Chabad House.
“Come iiiiiiiiin,” I call, frowning slightly. Who’s interrupting my precious morning in the preschool? I get few enough of them these days, and Moishy really seemed okay this morning, Shternie promised to watch him—
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