Lost, drenched, and despairing, I had nowhere to spend Shabbos
My daughter Gittel had been at the hospital in active labor for three days when she called me on Friday morning at 6 a.m.
“You might want to hurry,” she told me. “The doctor says it won’t be long.”
Gittel’s two sons were staying with us. I woke up my daughter Leah and updated her. My husband was overseas, so the plan was that Leah and my son Meir would prepare for Shabbos and watch the little ones while I was out.
“I’ll probably be back before they even get home from school,” I said as I left.
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