Over the next week,
we learn about all the little miracles.
The real wonder is the bridge,
Mr. Cohen says.
It was rush hour,
it should have been packed,
but everyone was at the game instead.
Baseball saved everyone.
My father makes plans
to repair Malia’s house
and the community center.
I go everywhere with him
like an assistant,
the front seat of his truck
filled with blueprints and lists.
We get ice cream all the time.
My grandfather sometimes comes,
repairing the metal work,
fastening hinges,
all the detailed work
that’s so hard to do.
And every night,
my mother tells us about how they
are rebuilding the city.
I tell her about Malia starting school
after winter break.
I tell her about my Shabbat idea
and that we want to surprise Grandpa.
Of course! she says.