I remember waiting on the driveway for Zevi’s playgroup van when he was three, and his graduation to real school buses when he was five. I miss those moments of fun, when we’d wait for the bus as a family. I miss last year’s quiet, early morning talks. Doesn’t he?,
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e’re at the bus stop waiting for our children’s buses discussing separations.
“Of course I’m happy that my daughter is married building her own home” says Chanie. “But still I really do miss her sometimes. Almost all the time. I miss seeing her and speaking to her each morning and evening.”
“When my son left to yeshivah in Eretz Yisrael last zeman I walked around like a zombie for weeks” Dina admits.
I nod attempting for a sympathetic look unwilling to admit that I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Zevi my oldest just turned ten.
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