This was her 31st year teaching, but her heart still quickened at the sight of this new group of young women, and the knowledge of what this year held in store for each of them
There’s nothing in the world like sunrise in Yerushalayim.
Tammy perched on the bare mattress in the dorm room, rubbed her burning eyes, and smiled as she saw the first rays of dawn glowing in the eastern sky.
A new day. A new year.
She pulled her gaze away from the window and back to the dorm room she’d been checking one last time. The girls should be landing in — she glanced at her watch — about an hour. Passport control, luggage, a short food break, and then onto the Kosel… that meant the girls should be arriving at the dorm in, what? Five hours? Nervously, she opened a closet door, running a finger over one shelf. It came up clean. Everything had to be perfect.
Tonight, these closets would be lined with clothing, the rooms filled with chattering, excited, apprehensive girls, wondering what the year had in store for them. And she, Tammy, would play a role in that year!
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