Efraim Sevela. A Patriot with Unwashed Ears

"I loved my mother with a desperate, hungry, unquenchable love. Like a little dog, I looked into her eyes, searching for even a spark of warmth. And I found ice crystals in her beautiful gray eyes. She was beautiful and slender; I understood this even as a child and always secretly admired her. How I longed for her to hug me, press me to her high chest, covered in a sports T-shirt, sit me on her lap so that her trained muscles would spring beneath me, stroke my cropped head. And it seemed to me that if that happened, I would suffocate with happiness and my heart would burst into pieces, shattering the fragile hoops of my ribs."
Ephraim Sevela.