Shayna was everyone’s favorite. Was there room for Esti?
The seven-year-old seemed confused, but he brightened when his big brothers Ari and Tzvi walked into the living room and dualed with him with air swords.
“It’s cowboys,” Esti explained to her sister-in-law as she settled next to her on the couch in her in-laws’ home.
“Oh, I get those two mixed up all the time.” Shayna giggled, watching the brothers play-fight.
Esti wanted to kick herself. Why did she feel the need to correct Shayna? Who cared if it was policemen or cowboys? Certainly not the boys, running in circles from the kitchen to the living room.
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