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       Parents!
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: January 8, 2020, 8:47 am
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       Thursday evening Albina forced Tikvah to email her mother. She
       got roped into this twice a week. "Your mother expects it even
       if I update her." Rules were rules. Tikvah put together a chatty
       email about swimming, metal shop, and her upcoming book report
       for English as well as team project. What she really looked
       forward to was speaking with her father:
       "העלא
       טאַטי,"
       "טיקוואַה,
       טאָן איר
       באַקומען
       אַוועק דעם
       אָפּרוטעג?"
       "נאָך קיין
       וואָרט."
       "עס איז
       דאָנערשטיק
       נאַכט. עס
       זענען
       ערעוו שבת."
       "יאָ, אָבער
       איך טאָן
       ניט
       טראַכטן
       מיר וועלן
       גיין צו
       ווייסע
       פּלאַינס
       יעדער
       אָפּרוטעג.
       מיר האָבן
       אַמאַזאָן
       צו קויפן
       זאכן. איך
       האָב נייַ
       טייץ פֿאַר
       ראש השנה."
       "זייער גוט,
       עפּעס
       אַנדערש."
       מייַן
       ברוין
       שיכלעך
       וועט זיין
       גוט, און
       איך גאַט
       סוועטערז
       איידער איך
       געגאנגען
       צו שולע.
       "אזוי וואו
       טאָן איר
       גיין פֿאַר
       ראש השנה?"
       "יונגע
       ישראל פון
       ווייסע
       פּליינז."
       "דאס איז
       ניט קיין
       אָרט ... ניט ...
       און איצט
       איך וועל
       ניט זען
       איר פריער ..."
       "פארוואס?"
       "ווייל איר
       וועט ניט
       קומען צו
       ווייסע
       פּליינז."
       "פארוואס
       ניט קומען
       צו דער
       סטאַנציע
       פּאַרטיי
       אויף שבת
       אָדער
       זונטיק.
       אַלבינאַ,
       די מאָראַ,
       האָט איר
       פארבעטן."
       "איר קענט
       ברענגען אַ
       בוטשור."
       "וואָס
       סאָרט פון
       פּאַרטיי
       איז עס?"
       "זיי האָבן
       מוזיק,
       קונסט,
       שפּילערייַ."
       "וואָס מין
       פון מוזיק?"
       "סעקולאַר.
       עס איז
       אָבער אין
       איין
       צימער. איר
       דארפט נישט
       אריינגיין
       דארט. מיר
       טאנצן אין
       שורות,
       נאָר אויב
       מיר וועלן."
       "אָלרייט.
       דאָס איז
       אין דיין
       שולע. ווי
       טאָן איך
       באַקומען
       ין."
       "איר רעדן
       מיט
       אַלבינאַ
       די מאָראַ.
       לאָזן מיר
       געבן איר
       איר נומער."
       [Quote][Color=#dd4400]TRANSLATION[/COLOR]
       "Hello Tati,"
       "Tikvah, are you getting away this weekend."
       "No word yet."
       "It's Thursday night. It's erev shabbos."
       "Yes, but I don't think we go to White Plains every weekend. We
       have Amazon to buy things. I got new tights for Rosh HaShannah."
       "Very good, anything else new."
       "I got a shoe shine kit. My brown shoes will be good, and I got
       sweaters before I went to school."
       "So where are you going for Rosh HaShannah?"
       "Young Israel of White Plains."
       "That's not a place... no...  And now I won't see you before..."
       "Why?"
       "Because you aren't coming to White Plains."
       "Didn't daddy remember," Tikvah wondered. She told him: "Why not
       come to the station party on Saturday or Sunday. Albina, the
       mora, invited you. You can bring a bochur."
       "What kind of party is it?"
       "They have music, art, games."
       "What kind of music?"
       "Secular. It's in one room though. You don't have to go in
       there. We dance in lines, but only if we want to."
       "Alright. This is at your school. How do I get inside."
       "You talk to Albina the mora. Let me give you her number."
       [/QUOTE]
       Tikvah hoped her father would call her Suite Advisor to get let
       in through the big front gate. Actually, she felt disappointed
       with the call. She wanted to tell him about independent study of
       angles in Team Project, and designing a tie clip in metal shop.
       Too bad, the tie clip would not be finished before Rosh
       HaShannah. Tikvah also wondered if and how she would see her
       father during the Days of Awe and how she would observe Yom
       Kippur. A ten year old is almost old enough to fast.
       Fasting scared Tikvah, but her mother finding out about her new
       tights wardrobe that would arrive early next week scared her
       more. An angry mother could pull her out of school and imprison
       her in Brooklyn, though how they would start her in school two
       weeks into September was a mystery. Maybe she'd stay at home
       with the grandparents and go to school on the computer.
       Tikvah envied Corianne for not having to think of those things.
       Corianne had an ordinary life even if her mother was far away in
       the United Arab Emirates and her father was busy with his fourth
       or fifth wife and a mountain of stepkids out in Indiana.
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