Joys and perils of moving

December 28, 2019 08:16 am

My three and half -year-old calls me Ema, Hebrew for mum and calls my husband Aaba, Hebrew for father. He speaks Nepali, English and Hebrew haltingly and thinks that our apartment in Hayarkon Street in Tel Aviv is his home. He was born here, goes to a local kindergarten, his best friend is a blue-eyed curly-haired, deliciously chubby boy called Aari. He does not know about his “other” home in Nepal, neither does he seem to accept that we are soon moving back to Kathmandu after my term ends here.