Esti looked at me admiringly. “I would have been terribly scared... How did you know what to do?”

Batya:

"Don’t worry, Mrs. Shulman, I’m going to get help!” I shouted, and ran out.

I wanted to tell some member of the staff but didn’t see anyone in the hallway. I flew down the stairs, two by two — waiting for the elevator might take longer — and shouted to the receptionist from across the lobby, “Mrs. Shulman isn’t feeling well! She almost fainted! Somebody come help her!”

After that, everything happened very quickly. Several staff members hurried up to Mrs. Shulman’s room, as well as her daughter Perele. I waited anxiously in the hallway. Only now did I have time to realize how scared I was. What had happened so suddenly to Mrs. Shulman? I prayed silently, asking Hashem to please let her be okay, to send her a refuah sheleimah.

“Here, Batya, drink this,” someone behind me said. I turned around and saw the receptionist handing me a cup of water. “And then go home, there’s nothing more you can do here now. You can daven at home for Malka bas Feiga. Good for you for getting help right away! Although it’s a pity you didn’t know that every resident here has an emergency button, especially for times like these. You didn’t need to run like that to get help. I guess Mrs. Shulman was too weak and confused to remember the button.”

“But what happened to her? What’s wrong?”

The receptionist shrugged. “I don’t know. She’ll be taken to the hospital for treatment, and with Hashem’s help, she’ll be all right.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. I drank the water in small sips and went home to tell Mommy all about it.