Empty Heart,Looking at me, no one could have known that my life was in shambles. Ironically, at a certain point I got used to people’s acclaim, their raised eyebrows and assumption that I was some sort of tzadeikes. Little did they know what went on behind my closed doors.
Take an everyday trip to the park for example. I’d sit down next to a woman who looked about my age. We would start the usual get-to-know-you schmoozing comparing backgrounds and impressions of life in Israel. I would mention that I was organizing an arts-and-crafts club in my home and she would seem interested. She’d point out her bunch and I’d casually gesture to my brood.
“Rivky’s seven Dena’s six Chana is five and Yedidya is five and Sara is three.”
“Twins?”
“No Yedidya’s adopted” I would answer without hesitation. I never hesitated never tried to make my life anything other than what it was. I would watch the curiosity spark in her eyes wait for the next comment.
“Wow you really have your hands full!”
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