The doorbell rang and Yossi’s little sister ran to open the door. In hobbled Mrs. Hartman. After an hour of chatting, hugging and tears of joy, she turned to look at Yossi. “My Yossle, it’s vot you have bin vaiting vor!” Bubby handed over a square package to the blooming Yossi. He was about to faint when he realized he couldn’t drop the iPad. He opened the package ever so slowly. Bubby looked on and grinned at how Yossi was opening the package. “You’re so old!” Bubby giggled. Yossi didn’t find it funny and removed a metal plate to the side.
Yossi turned cold and became grey. “Vats vong?” Bubby cried in despair. Yossi pulled out a slim pack of ten eye pads with colourful pictures on each one.
Mrs. Kleinman smiled and threw a hug around her clever Bubby who also knew that iPads were not a fit for her intelligent great-grandson, Yossi Kleinman.Moishe Mordechai Tzvi Coleman
About the Author: Moishe Mordechai Tzvi Coleman has written two books and numerous articles that have appeared in magazines and newspapers. He can be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org
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