“I see it was a mistake to send Shani away from home. I didn’t want her to go, in her fragile state, but I thought I could trust the seminary to take care of her”
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Chava held her phone in her hand and paced up and down her living room, reviewing once more what she would say. Start with compliments. Shani’s such a sweet, mature girl. So intelligent, so refined. She got an A on her last Navi paper….
Chava sighed. Compliments only went so far. There was no good way to cushion “we think your daughter has an eating disorder.”
Just do it. She steadied her shoulders and dialed. This wasn’t the first uncomfortable call she’d made to a parent in her career, and it wouldn’t be the last. Kids these days had so many more issues than back when she’d started teaching.
“Hello? Is this Mrs. M— er, Shani’s mother?” Chava winced. What do you call a newly divorced woman?
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