I was the only one in this crowd whose tefillos don’t make it onto the list
No better way to get my attention, of course.
I don’t know how to raise one eyebrow, so I settled for, “What shouldn’t you tell me?” when I rounded the hallway to where my son was standing with his siblings.
“Mommy, everything is fine. Don’t worry. I’m fine, see?”
Shlomo’s been in and out of Gaza as an IDF soldier, and he’s told some hair-raising stories; if there was a story he thought was too scary to share, did I really want to hear it? (Why he thought something too unnerving for me would be okay to share with his teenage siblings is a discussion for another time.)
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