Back to Jerusalem
I arrived at my parents’ place. The flight from London had been hell. I cried the entire time. Just the thought of facing Lille, Lisa, and my dad broke my heart.
Fudi, the taxi driver, picked me up from the airport. He broke down in tears the moment he saw me.
There were many cars around the house. I wasn’t sure how, or if, I could handle it. I sat with Fudi for a few minutes, thinking maybe I should stay with my angels. Then I watched Lille and her parents arrived and steeled myself to go in.
When I took out my wallet to pay, Fudi firmly refused. I thanked him, and he opened the door to help me out.
I saw Lille, the one person I didn’t want to see first. We simply fell on each other. Everyone could hear us crying and screaming. My brothers came to assist us. There w
