Who can take this package to my girls?

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he little package I want to send to my girls in camp is almost ready. Inside, it has mother’s love and some special requests. There are my girls’ favorite dips, bottles of vitaminwater, and the weekly simchah flyer.

It also has a hidden acai bowl and magazines. To top it off, since I want to make the package special and homemade, there’s my famous tzvibel kugel — the weekly treat I’d stopped making, since all the tzvibel kugel eaters were in camp — and my special glaze-topped brownie, which involved several trips to the grocery store with cranky children.

Finally, it’s ready. I make my way to my daughter’s friend, who is going to camp for Shabbos. But when I get there — two toddlers and my baby in tow — I discover that my wonderful daughter forgot to inform the friend that she wanted her to take a package. Said friend has already left.

Who can take this package to my girls?

I call my sister who is in a colony not too far from camp. Maybe she knows someone coming up for Shabbos, and I can send a package via her colony?

“Klein, two doors after MiniMaxi,” my sister tells me. “He’s leaving at seven.”

With some more time, I make a quick stop to buy a sourdough challah for my daughter who loves sourdough.