I smile at the irony of our family standing between those running away and those who know where they stand
“All ready.” I get in the car.
“We’re going to California!” my younger sister Adina shrieks excitedly.
“If you yell, I stop driving,” my brother Avigdor jokes.
“Thank you for being so nice and driving us to the airport,” Adina says as he pulls out of the driveway. “How much longer?”
“Don’t worry, the airport’s not going anywhere,” Mom says from the front seat. “We left plenty early. We can get lost and still be there on time, we’ll be fine.” Fine is Mom’s new favorite word. “Not that we’ll get lost. Im yirtzeh Hashem.”
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