Soldier son can’t just pick up and leave his base whenever he wants, so I prioritize his laundry
All we’re missing is the background music.
As my son walks in the door on Friday in his IDF uniform, M-16 slung over his shoulder, and an impossibly huge pack on his back, his little brothers come flying at him and wrap their arms around him.
Should I get the camera? Nah, just enjoy the moment.
Thud!
I look up from what I’m doing as he slides it out of the bag, and it hits the floor.
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