M
eir sat together with Avraham inside his empty house. Total silence hung in the air. Avraham’s eyes were eagerly glued on the door, awaiting the knock that was sure to come at any moment. Meir too eagerly anticipated the arrival of his long lost daughter.
In the distance they heard the sound of a carriage approaching. The Maharsha had spoken prophetically.
Avraham’s eyes lit up.
“Perhaps…?”
“It’s her! It’s her!”
Meir did not wait another moment. He rushed to the door, threw it open, and raced to greet the wagon approaching from down the road.
“Rus! Rus!”
His cries rent the air as he slipped and slid through the mud, falling flat on his face and then rising again to come closer to the wagon.
