You are our little Succos boy. But you didn’t come home. They say you will not come home for … for a long time
I am bigger than I ever imagined I could be. Full with life, with love, with you. I am waiting, waiting for you to come.
You will come early, I know.
“This will be our Succos baby, our Succos boy,” I said.
Your tatty laughed. “How do you know? What makes you so sure?”
“I just know,” I said.
“You’re such a woman,” he said.
And I just smiled. Because I know. I just know.
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