Y ael had the door open before her mother knocked. It wasn’t so often that her parents took time from their packed schedules to make the trip out to her house. But Simi’s second birthday party was a good enough excuse and her whole family had come for the occasion.
“Yael! You look great! Is that a new sheitel?” Her mother gave her a hug then walked inside.
One by one each of her family members followed and she couldn’t help but notice that they all made the same eye movement as they came in a quick ocular dance that took in the elaborately decorated foyer and living room and flashed the same wondering look: Does she really live here? It happened without fail every time they came.
Yael patted her sheitel self-consciously. “Uh yeah it is. A Pesach gift from my mother-in-law.”
