I get the call at 1:03.
"Morah, when are you coming?" asks the sweetest little voice.
"I'm a block away!" I say.
"One more minute!"
And I speed up my already brisk pace.
I hadn't realized when I said I'll be there at 1pm, how punctual I need to be.
Shimmy's smile as he opens the door to greet me can light up a room.
"He's waiting for you all day long!" says Shimmy's mother.
"From the minute he opened his eyes, all he's been asking is when Morah is coming."
I hold Shimmy's frail black and blue hand as we sit down at his dining table, ready to learn all his peers in Cheder are learning.
And more.
Because when school is without walls, anything is possible