I turn around slowly. This is not happening. Teachers are not using lunchtime to have PTA with my mother, are they?
“Happy Birrrrthhhday to Mirrrrri! Happy Birthday to Miiiiiiirrri! Happy BIRTHDAY to MIRRRRI…”
I sneak a sideways glance at my older sister, her face is bright red as the men’s voices ring out. To be fair, it’s only Ta, her husband, Binyamin, and my nephews, but still. Miri hates attention.
I, on the other hand, do not. I make a big show of blowing out her candles before she can, half because I know it will make my nieces and nephews crack up and half because I know Miri has zero interest in blowing out candles in the party room of BurgerLand.
Yocheved turns to me. “What’d you wish for?” she teases.
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