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Speaking In Silence

Rhona Lewis

Yudi, Shimon, and Ari are coming to see my new train set in ten minutes,” Uriel shouted to his mother who was lying on the couch. He flung his backpack down the hall, hoping it would somehow turn the corner and make it into his bedroom. “Can I open a bag of pretzels and the Sour Sticks we bought for Shabbos?” When his mother didn’t answer, he ran to the couch. “You said they could come today, remember?”

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Uriel leaped into the air and spun around. He’d told his entire fifth-grade class about his train set.

His mother rubbed her throat with both hands and said, “Sweetie, my throat is burning and I don’t feel well, so I’m going to bed. Let Suri watch you play.”

Uriel’s mother almost never rested in the middle of the day. “I’ll bring you a cup of tea with lemon and honey,” Uriel said, a little frown forming between his eyebrows. Four-year-old Suri followed him into the kitchen.

Two hours later, Uriel’s mother shuffled into the living room. She sat on the couch saying Tehillim while the boys sent the train racing round the farm animals, up the hill and over the bridge.

“Look at the model airplane I built,” said Uriel to Yudi, cradling the plane with a proud smile. Yudi turned round to see what Uriel was holding. When he saw the plane, he just shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the tracks where he straightened a tree that had fallen over.


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