Dini had never seen her husband startle before. He jumped so fast, his kippah nearly slid off his head

“Because obviously I’m totally incapable of doing any serious job on my own,” she muttered

“Listen, when the doctor comes, I want you to call me. I want to speak to him or her. Okay, Ma? Don’t forget”

“Several months?” Dini’s eyes widened. “But I wanted to start fundraising now!”

It would be the ultimate proof that Dini had no concept of how regular people lived

“This isn’t about a medical issue. Or am I not allowed to talk to you about something that’s not related to Chesed Tzirel?”

After 13 years, why couldn’t her parents come to terms with the fact that they’d chosen to make their lives in Eretz Yisrael?

It was easy to spout values like “chesed starts at home” when you didn’t have a distressed woman in the hospital begging you to come help her.

Are you worried that donors will find out and think this was tzedakah money being used?

“Are you the Ayala Wexler? Like, the one who runs the organization for people going through medical emergencies?”