Her zeal is contagious; the women assist her in trying to crack the mystery of the hapless bochur’s identity

She spots the message while waiting outside her daughter’s classroom for her PTA appointment.

After all, other than peek through the window every three minutes to let the teacher know she’s there, what else can she do but stare at the walls — quite literally — and admire the decor, searching for her daughter’s face or name among the countless others.

There, among the pictures of little girls davening and the accompanying adorable slips of paper with various requests, are the words, “I want my brother to find a shidduch and get married.”

Our waiting mother actually dabbles in shidduchim, and the words begin flashing in neon lights in her brain. She scrutinizes the little piece of paper for a clue as to the identity of the eligible bochur for whom this sweet fifth grader is davening.

Finding no hints at all, she studies the other supplications along the wall:

I daven for the war in Eretz Yisrael to end and for all soldiers to come home safely.

… that my cousin should have a refuah sheleimah.

… that my sister should find her bashert already.

But of course! Her brother. Her sister. Heaven-sent!