Mariah Edry, sits on a wooden garden swing in the hot Israeli sun, lazily watching her three children on the playground of Beit Canada, a Jerusalem absorption center.
Yochai, one of her 2-year-old twins, chases a gray cat, while his sister, Emunah, climbs the slide ladder, crying for her bottle. Although the temperature has topped a sweltering 100 degrees, Edry, a newly arrived immigrant from North Hollywood, is happy that her children are outside.
As he watched his students play basketball, Rabbi Yochanan Stepen's eyes lit up.
"I felt like I was at Staples Center watching the Lakers play, and I was sitting next to Jack Nicholson," Stepen told them.
"That excited the kids, because names from the news make it relevant," Stepen told The Journal.
There is nothing easy about telling your mom you are moving to Israel. It might have been easy two years ago, but not now.