Wonderwoman has gone to spend the weekend at the same bungalow colony where my son Flash is currently working. She and her brother have not seen each other in almost 6 weeks. (Keep in mind that both children have declared countless times in the past that they do not love each other at all.)
About an hour before Shabbat, the phone rings, and it is Wonderwoman calling to tell me that she has arrived safely. I ask her if she has seen her brother yet. She answers, laughing: "Yes, he's right here, and you won't believe it! When he saw me, he actually smiled and hugged me! How did you get him to do that from so far away?"
"It had nothing to do with me" I tell her. "He did that on his own."
"Well, it was pretty cool." she said.
I couldn't agree more.
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