חִכִּיתִיkhi-KI-tiבִּנְמַלbin-MALהַתְּעוּפָהha-te-u-FAבֶּןbenגּוּרְיוֹןGUR-yonיוֹתֵרyo-TERמִשְּׁעָתַיִם,mish-a-TA-yim,הַלֵּבha-LEVשֶׁלִּיshe-LIדָּפַקda-FAKחָזָק.kha-ZAK.אֲחוֹתִיa-kho-TIהַגְּדוֹלָהhag-do-LAלֹאLOבִּקְּרָהbik-RAבְּיִשְׂרָאֵלbe-yis-ra-ELשֶׁבַעSHE-vaשָׁנִים,sha-NIM,וְעַכְשָׁוve-akh-SHAVהַטִּיסָהha-ti-SAשֶׁלָּהּshe-LAנָחֲתָה.na-kha-TA.הֶחְזַקְתִּיhekh-ZAK-tiשֶׁלֶטSHE-letעִםIMשְׁמָהּshMAHוְצִיּוּרve-tzi-YURצִבְעוֹנִיtziv-o-NIשֶׁהַיְלָדִיםshe-ha-ye-la-DIMצִיְּרוּtzi-ye-RUעֲבוּרָהּ.a-vu-RAH.אֲנָשִׁיםa-na-SHIMרַבִּיםra-BIMיָצְאוּyatz-Uמִשַּׁעַרmi-SHA-arהַיְצִיאָה,ha-ye-tzi-A,וְסָקַרְתִּיve-sa-KAR-tiבִּמְהִירוּתbim-hi-RUTאֶתetכָּלKOLהַפָּנִים.ha-pa-NIM.פִּתְאוֹםpit-OMרָאִיתִיra-I-tiאוֹתָהּ,o-TA,קְצָתktzatעֲיֵפָה,a-ye-FA,עִםimמִזְוָדָהmiz-va-DAקְטַנָּה,kta-NA,בְּדִיּוּקbe-di-YUKכְּפִיkfiשֶׁזָּכַרְתִּי.she-za-KHAR-ti.הִתְחַבַּקְנוּhit-kha-BAK-nuזְמַןzmanרַבRAVבְּלִיBLIלוֹמַרlo-MARמִלָּה,mi-LA,רַקRAKבָּכִינוּba-KHI-nuמִשִּׂמְחָה.mi-sim-KHA.בַּדֶּרֶךְba-DE-rekhהַבַּיְתָהha-BAI-taהִיאhiסִפְּרָהsip-RAלִיliבְּפֵרוּטbe-fe-RUTעַלalהַחַיִּיםha-kha-YIMשֶׁלָּהּshe-LAבִּנְיוּbi-nyuיוֹרְק.YORK.כְּשֶׁהִגַּעְנוּkshe-hi-GA-nuלַדִּירָה,la-di-RA,הוֹרַיho-RAIחִכּוּkhi-KUלְיַדle-yadהַדֶּלֶתha-DE-letבִּזְרוֹעוֹתbiz-ro-OTפְּתוּחוֹת.ptu-KHOT.
I waited at Ben-Gurion Airport for over two hours, my heart pounding hard. My older sister hadn't visited Israel for seven years, and now her flight had landed. I held a sign with her name and a colorful drawing the kids had made for her. Many people came out of the exit gate, and I quickly scanned all the faces. Suddenly I saw her: a little tired, with a small suitcase, exactly as I remembered. We hugged for a long time without saying a word, only crying with joy. On the way home she told me in detail about her life in New York. When we arrived at the apartment, my parents were waiting at the door with open arms.