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Andy Borowitz (2:33)

Welcome to the Moth Podcast. I'm Andy Borowitz. The Moth features true stories told live without notes. All stories on the Moth Podcast are taken from our ongoing storytelling series in New York and Los Angeles and from our tour shows across the country. Visit themoth.org the story you're about to hear by Ophira Eisenberg was recorded live at the Moth main stage.

Ophira Eisenberg (3:01)

It was a summer after my third grade where my mom was looking for all kinds of activities to keep the kids busy. And she took myself and my brother and my best friend Adrian and her brother to the Jewish Community center to go for swim and hopefully just tire ourselves out. And then on the way back, we were driving home and my mother took a left turn to drop Adrian off. And at the same time, an 18 year old ran a red and hit our car. My brother was in the front seat and his knees went into the dashboard and he was unconscious, but he was okay. And my mother broke her wrist from trying to crank the steering wheel in a last attempt, but she was conscious. Adrienne and I were little crumpled messes in the backseat. And her younger brother, who was in the hatchback of the Honda Civic back when he used to do that and think it was okay, actually walked away without a scratch. I don't remember much about this accident. I don't remember the accident at all. It's all put together from other people's accounts and observations and interpretations. I remember the hospital a lot. I remember waking up in intensive care and my mom and my dad were talking to some doctors. And it seemed like there was quite a kerfuffle going on because my mother kept going, it's a step backwards, It's a step backwards. They wanted to give me an operation, and she was afraid that it was going in the wrong direction and that we were just putting off the inevitable. But the next thing I knew, my dad was by my side. And I looked at him. He was always a pillar of strength, you know, a real authority figure. And he had this look in his eyes that I'd never seen before. A little scared, but then it evaporated into a warm smile. And he said, listen, you're going to go to sleep for a little while, and then when you wake up, I will buy you anything you want. So I want you to think really hard about what you want. And when you wake up, I will buy it for you. My dad had never said anything like this to me in my entire life. You know, I was the youngest of six. We lived well, but very modest. The idea that he would buy me anything, I mean, my brain almost exploded. I went in for this operation and I woke up, I had a trachonotomy with a metal plate in my neck. And the second I opened my Eyes. I knew what I wanted. My 20 year old sister came to visit me and we were playing this game where she would pretend to see steak and scrambled eggs going through my feeding tube and I would pretend to taste them. And I told her that I had this dilemma with the present that I wanted my dad to buy me. See, it was between a TV and a phone for my room or the Barbie Dream house. And my 20 year old sister said, listen, you're going to have a lot of TVs and phones in your life. You should go for the Barbie Dream House. My mother was there every day, you know, from the second I woke up, all the way through the months when I was in the children's ward, every second she was there. And when I was well enough to start eating solid food and I would complain about the hospital food, she responded by cooking meals at home and bringing me them in Tupperware containers when in like the hospital gowns and the weird pajamas. She brought me clothes from home and new clothes and toys and games. She was always there. And everyone kept telling me how strong I was, how strong, what a strong, brave girl I was. And I relished this attention. I mean, I loved it. It felt like I had accomplished something, but I didn't really know what I was doing. I mean, I felt like I wasn't doing anything. Adrian's mother would visit me a lot too along the way. And I would always ask her, like, why aren't you bringing Adrienne? I want to see Adrienne. But somehow she would just change the subject and I would go with it. Finally, one day when I was strong enough, I just wouldn't let it go. I was like, why won't you bring her to play with me? And her and my mother looked at each other. They said, we think that you're healthy enough to hear this now, but remember when you describe being unconscious, it felt like you were sleeping for a really, really long time. Well, Adrian never woke up. I heard what they were saying, but I don't think I got it. I mean, I don't think my 8 year old brain could comprehend that. I didn't cry because I didn't know what that meant. I just knew that I should stop asking for Adrian. Time moved on and soon I was well enough to finally leave the hospital. I couldn't wait to get home to my room and my dog. And I walked in the house after all these months. And there, waiting for me was the Barbie Dream House. And it was more beautiful and bigger than I'd ever Imagined. And my mom said I could set it up in the living room. I wasn't even allowed in the living room. I loved it so much. I really wished all the time that Adrienne could play it with me, because she would have loved it. And, I mean, I played with it a lot. I would wake up in the morning before school and play with it at breakfast. I would come home at lunch and play with it. I would play with it after school. I would play with it after dinner. I played with it for years. In some people's opinion, too many. But I loved that Barbie Dream House. And life, you know, moved on. I went back to school, and Adrienne wasn't there. And they put me in a different class with different classmates than I had been in in the former years. It wasn't actually like continuing my old life. It was like someone gave me a new life. And my parents pretended like everything was normal. They didn't treat me special. They didn't pander to me. They didn't tell me I couldn't do certain things, just like everything was normal. I mean, they both survived World War II. My dad in Israel, my mother in Holland. So they were very versed in moving on. And all that special attention just evaporated after a while. And I kind of missed it. I kind of resented not having it anymore. When I was about 16 years old, my favorite pastime around the house was snooping around. Because it had occurred to me that adults hide their secret lives from children. And now that I was 16, I wanted to know everything. We had this beautiful antique dining room buffet that had all these little tiny cupboards and drawers with tiny old keys. I used to love playing with the keys when I was a kid, but now I realized I could use them to unlock all of the cupboards. So I unlocked one of the drawers and found all this cool stuff. There was an old pocket watch from my grandfather. And my mother's first passport photo. And all these letters. And a letter caught my eye, and it was from Adrian's dad to my mother. It was written about a week after the car accident, just after the funeral. You know, it never even occurred to me that there was a funeral. Because the whole time I was in operations and there was all this attention on me. The first time I'd ever thought of that. And he wrote that he didn't blame my mom for what happened, that that is when God wanted to take Adrian. And that his family prayed for us and my recovery. You know, I had never thought of what my mother went through because she never showed me her pain or vulnerability for one second. I can't imagine the blame she felt, the guilt, the responsibility of taking care of someone else's child and then it all going horribly wrong. But she showed nothing but love and things were normal while she was braiding my hair and reading me stories and driving me to ballet. And my dad really was a pillar of strength and him offering me that present was his own genius way of trying to give an 8 year old a reason to live, something to look forward to. I wasn't really the strong one, they were the strong ones because they had carefully led me to this place where I could live like an absolutely normal 16 year old kid. And Adrienne was never going to be 16. It hit me hard staring at the handwriting of her mourning father and I couldn't run off to my Barbie dream house and for the first time I sat down at that dining room table and I cried. Thank you.