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A Letter from Zeide

Shayna Friedman

Chaim came bounding up the front stairs, peyos flying and laughter tumbling from his lips. Oh, the rebbi’s face! The shrieks! It had all been worth I — even though they’d sent him home from cheder, again. He flung open the front door and then stopped, clapping a hand over his mouth. Zeide. Tiptoeing into the kitchen, he giggled to himself. But I have to be quiet, he thought. Zeide might be napping.

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Chaim and Chedva sat back to back on the floor in the space between the high riser and the closet. Tick tock, tick tock went the clock on the chest of drawers. Tick tock, tick tock answered the round clock on the wall. Still Chaim was silent. Then he gave a huge sigh. “I miss Zeide,” he finally said. “I can’t believe he won’t be at my bar mitzvah.” Chedva sighed. She missed Zeide, too, but she wished Chaim would cheer up and play with her already. “Chaim, Chedva,” Mommy called, walking past the room. She stopped at the sight of them sitting, doing nothing. “I’m going out shopping, would you like to come?” Chedva looked at Chaim. “Nah, I’m okay,” he said. “Yeah, I’m okay, too,” Chedva said. “But I’m going for ice cream afterward and, Chaim, you really deserve a treat.” But at the mention of a treat, Chaim burst into tears and ran from the room.

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