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The bombshell came when I least expected it. I remember exactly where I was sitting when my mother broke the news. I was at the dining room table, trying to insert two size AA batteries into a new alarm clock. The alarm clock was pink and had luminous yellow numbering. To this day, those big yellow numbers bring back memories of that dreadful conversation.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
The bombshell came when I least expected it.
I remember exactly where I was sitting when my mother broke the news. I was at the dining room table, trying to insert two size AA batteries into a new alarm clock. The alarm clock was pink and had luminous yellow numbering. To this day, those big yellow numbers bring back memories of that dreadful conversation.
“Sara, I have some news for you,” my mother began. From her tone of voice, I knew something big was coming. I was right. “Tatty and I would like you to switch schools. As of seventh grade, you’ll be attending Bais Devorah school. I’m sure you’ll like it there,” she added hopefully.
I stared at my mother in horror, too shocked to say anything.
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