This issue is more common than many may think. We speak about our actual family and our work family. I’m still in touch with members of my work family, and I haven’t worked with them in five years! I interviewed, hired, and trained them—and, most importantly, spent 35 hours a week with them. I was able to rely on them when I needed help, and they were able to count on me when the time came for it. We know each other’s children and siblings from everyone visiting the office. I have a picture on my phone that I love looking at: my daughter, at two years old, watching her iPad in one of the visitors’ chairs in my office, with two boys looking over her shoulder. The boys were the sons of one of my staff member’s children—from a very Chassidish family. I guess it was a no-school day. My daughter was watching Cocomelon, but these boys had never watched Cocomelon. All members of my staff laughed. It was simple nursery rhymes, but these boys had never seen these graphics. Their eyes were glued to the screen.