I thought that now that Yisroel was back, everything would be back to normal
“Yisroel!” I shrieked, scooping him up into my arms and planting a big kiss on his cheek. He looked exactly the same. Maybe a little skinnier than before he went to the hospital, but otherwise my same delicious Yisroel. “Thank you,” I added breathlessly to his babysitter, Morah Nechama, who was watching me greet him.
“You’re welcome.” Morah Nechama smiled at me. “We’re glad to have him back, too.”
Normally, I’d let him walk some of the way home, but today, I carried Yisroel all the way to our apartment.
“Yisroel!” Miriam greeted us excitedly as we got to the door. She held out her hands and took him from me, smothering his tiny face in kisses.
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