“What does it say about me?” I demanded. What did Bubbe know about me anyway?

Dovid

“W

e got a letter!” I announced as I walked in the door together with Mama.

“A letter?” Miriam asked excitedly from the corner of the room where she was doing her homework. She stopped what she was doing. “From Bubbe?”

Mama nodded, and we all gathered around her to hear what the letter said. Bubbe wrote every month and Mama always sent a letter back, but since we left Chevron, Mama had started sharing the letters with us.

“Dear Rivka,” Mama read, “I hope this letter finds you well. How is your job? How are the children settling into their schools in Yerushalayim? Things are fine over here, though we miss you and the children a lot. Your sister Raizel and her family came to stay with us for a week. Her little Yankele is so adorable, but so wild, too. It is going to take me a month to put the house back together after their visit. Chaya’s son, Shmuel, had a new baby a few weeks ago, as you’ve probably already heard from Yocheved and Baruch. And about Dovid—”

Mama stopped suddenly and folded the letter up quickly.

“What does it say about me?” I demanded. What did Bubbe know about me anyway?