Breaking Point

Baruch: If you want me to come for Yom Tov, things have to be comfortable for my wife

Nechi: Can’t you be flexible and understanding so we can have some family time together?

Baruch

“Are we almost there yet?” Racheli whined.

I looked at my watch again, even though I knew it couldn’t have changed much since the last time I checked it. One hour and 14 minutes into the flight.

“Not quite,” I said.

My four-year-old pouted.

Leeba leaned across the aisle. “Why don’t you go to sleep on Tatty, sweetie? It’s already late and we’re only going to land in the morning.”

Racheli wiggled in her seat, nearly knocking her drink flying. “I’m not tired.”

Leeba met my eye. “Only 11 hours to go, huh?”