When Yosef came home, my complaints would start. “I can’t take another minute of this! Here’s the baby. I haven’t sat down all day!”
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ospitals have a reputation for being frightening forbidding places — especially for children.
For me however the hospital was always a warm nurturing place. My father was a respected doctor and on Motzaei Shabbos he used to go do rounds in the hospital. Often he would take me along with him.
Not only was the hospital a place where I spent quality time with Abba — who would show me all the secret doors and passageways — it was also a place where I was treated like a princess. Abba would drop me off in the nurses’ station while he went to see patients and the nurses would ooh and aah over me. “Oh you’re Dr. Berger’s daughter!” they would exclaim. “You’re so cute!”
My father never wanted any of his children to become a doctor because he had to work really really hard. But the field of medicine fascinated me and I loved seeing how my father helped so many people with his knowledge. In school I loved science and especially biology.
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