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Sorry to be so late this week. I had a busy weekend and really didn’t think I’d make it at all. However the Pegman Force is strong and resistance was futile. Below is my choice from the Pegman Prompt Buffet.
Word Count: 150
MAZEL TOV BEGORRAH
My mother cradled my newborn son in her arms. “Look at his Yiddishe punim. If you couldn’t have a girl, the least you could’ve done was name him after my father of blessed memory. Sam’s a good name.
I grimaced. “It’s not like I had control over the sex, Mom.”
She glowered and I could pretty much read her mind as soon as the words “control” and “sex” left my mouth. Her opinion of my marrying a goy was no secret.
“You can always come home,” she often reminded me—until the day I announced my pregnancy.
Despite her objections and disappointments, over the years Mom grew to accept her son-in-law and adore her grandson. No matter what, she insisted on calling him Sammy.
“What kind of name is Shannon for a Jewish boy?”
What better name for a baby born the day before St. Patrick’s day?