"Yes, she's OK, just fine," the mom answered unwillingly nicely.
"Yes, and…"
"And that's it." "Can you please tell me where she is now? Maybe I can talk to her."
"She's not interested."
"Oh. She's not interested?"
"No."
"OK, so… But where is she, as she and Israel? In New York?"
"Maybe it's better this way, OK?" She answered with the tone of ending the conversation.
"OK, but…"
She hung up the phone. However depressed I was until this conversation, from now on, I didn't even understand if there's a reason to take the next breath.
I've gone through two difficult weeks of recollecting and planning in hindsight how I should've spoken to her. I should've been more aggressive with her. "Look, lady, we were together for almost a year. I have the right to know where she is, OK? I love yo
