Part II
The lady looked down at the paper's lying on her desk, then back at me.
"Well Chani, it looks to me that you have an apointment with one of our residents!" She smiled at me, "Yes, yes, Mrs. Rosenthal. She's in room 325. Take the elavator to floor 3 and its on the left. See you later dearie!" I wished I could have run, but I knew that I'd be kicked out of this place for good if I did, and that was a risk that was not worth taking! The elevator door opened, and before I knew it countless people were streaming out. I impatiently tapped my foot and waited for the elavator to empty out, before running inside. I hit the number three button, and I was off! Up up and away to a brand new day! I stepped out of the elavator, and patted down my hair before walking to left, to where Mrs. Rosenthal sat waiting for me. See my school has an adopt a bubby program, which my friends and I eagerly signed up for, expecting lots of fun and sweets. Of course however, I get paired with the toughest lady in the home. They say no one has ever gone twice to visit her. She was a very bitter old lady. She had gone through the war, and afterwards she came to America to start a new life. She had remarried and had had one son, her pride and joy, and she had raised him in an upright Jewish home, getting everything he wanted. Oh, how Mrs. Rosenthal wanted him to grow up to be a talmid chacham*! But at the age of 16 the boy had run away from homing, leaving any trace of Judeasim behind. Mr. Rosenthal had passed away out of grief, and Mrs. Rosenthal just never pulled out of it. After a while her friends placed her in the home so that she would be taken care of. But I was determined to make the best out of this expereience, no matter what. I picked up my hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" I heard a gruff voice call out from inside. I hesitently openened the door, and puttting on my biggest smile I stepped inside.
Part I
I raced down the hill, the cold winter wind blowing through my hair. How could I have over slept... again! I had been looking forawrd to this day for ages and I was about to miss it!! I shivere in my thin sweater and continued to run towards the large building that was slowly coming into view. My pace began to slow down, and I soon came to a halt in front of the tall glass double doors. I looked up to where the words anouncing this building lay, and stared at them for a minute. They read "Jeiwsh Home for the Elderly of Cleavland." Cautiously I pulled at the door, my mind elsewhere. The door wouuldn't budge. I looked around for a door bell or something of the sort but found nothing like that either. I tugged as hard as I could, using strength I never thought I had, when suddenly a saw a young women, proabably in her early 20's, pushing a wheel chair towards the building. Without a second glance towards me, she gave a light push at the door and briskly walked through. Embaressed, I followed her through the doors, and walked up to the front desk. A very happy, bubbly looking lady was there to greet me.
"Name please!" She chirped at me.
"Chani Miller reporting for duty ma'am!" I replied with a mock salute.
to be continued...