The Americans Visit
I was in bed when I heard a loud motorcycle, not a typical guest who visited our hotel. I got up to care for my plants and our beautiful flowers. After the big renovation, I added lots of bright colors to the garden, and they all looked content.
I went back into my room and stared at the blank screen of my laptop. Hussi had suggested that I write. “Your life story is fascinating. You should write about it.”
I sat and tried to write but struggled to put my thoughts down. I didn’t want to go through my dark time, the losses of Uri, Abbi, Udi, Lisa, and even Yonatan. However, I had promised Hussi that I would keep trying.
Looking through my window, I was surprised to see the motorcycles still there. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go down, but then Hussi called me to join
