Many of you have e-mailed me asking about Rocco. This morning, walking down the hill to the market, a car honked. When I looked inside and waved, there was Rocco and his dad. They zipped by but then surprised me by circling around and stopping traffic so that I could peer in the window and talk to my favorite friend. He didn’t say a word to me – just looked. I was glad to see him but a wee bit concerned.
When I got to Bar Elimar, I asked his aunt what was up and got the incredibly positive report. He is able to talk, eat, do just about anything a kid can do. She reminded me that Rocco often looked at the crazy American lady who sounded weird.
Rocco is happily home. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
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Good to hear. I’ve been thinking about this little guy and am glad he is on the mend. Let’s hope he has no more “adventures” like that.