He was so overwhelmed; he could hardly talk. Finally, he was able to squeak out two words: “Thank you”
Yitzy’s mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged. He hadn’t thought his family knew that he won the Mishnayos Competition. Even if they did, he certainly wasn’t expecting them to make him a party. In fact, he didn’t remember there ever being a surprise party for anyone in his house.
He looked around at his family. His parents were both glowing. Their smiles seemed to go from ear to ear. His younger brother Zevy was looking up at him with a mixture of happiness and awe. The twins were holding hands, dancing around in a tiny circle, singing “Siman Tov U’mazel Tov”. Even his little sister Dassie was smiling at him with a look of pride in her eyes.
His father motioned for him to sit down. Yitzy noticed a large cake on the table right in front of his seat. The top of the cake had been decorated to look like a sefer Mishnayos. He wondered how his mother had the time to make such a cake.
Mrs. Levinson quieted the twins and then began to speak.
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