What Israeli mother at some point doesn’t silent cry while watching her sleeping teenage son breathe in and out, the way she did when he was just under 3 kilo and ignorant of everything but wanting to live?
Who doesn’t softly weep after pulling herself into bed next to her boy, now taller, now stronger, stretched out on a break from jagged, messy consciousness…
How could she do anything but let her tears go, after absorbing more painful news about other mothers’ sons, imagining that everywhere, in every bedroom across Israel right now, other Jewish mothers are doing the very same?
Whadya got: