Chapter 10, Trip North
Dad made a new friend. His name was Tuvia. Tuvia came to Israel as a child from Yemen, he worked with Dad. He cuts the diamonds to give them a round shape. Dad polishes the diamonds and gives them their facets and brilliance. Tuvia was dark skinned like me and dad. This is why many people confused us for Yemenite. "How old are you, young man?" He asked me the first time we met. I liked it when people called me "young man." It made me feel important, not like Aunt Mary who called me young boy all the time. "Almost four," I said, "I will be four in a few weeks on Rosh Hashanah." "Oh, yes?" he replied, "I have a daughter who is almost your age. Her name is Anat, and she is three and a half. Would you like to meet her?" "Yes" I said. I was very pleased to be able to meet his daughter. You see, don't tell anybody, bI loved playing with girls. They don't fight as much as boys, and they let me play daddy wh...