“They’re both my real sons”
Iwas attending a kindergarten play when a woman approached me. “Becca, is it really you?” she asked.
Immediately, I recognized that New England accent. It was my college roommate, Chaya, whom I hadn’t seen in years. We couldn’t get over our good fortune, this chance to reconnect.
“What are you doing here?” she asked me.
“That’s my grandson,” I told her proudly, indicating a little redheaded boy standing on the stage.
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