A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

Dad glanced at me before turning back to the road. After a few seconds of silence, during which I held my breath, he said calmly, “No problem at all. You can stay with my family or with your mom’s family.” “Really?” I was genuinely surprised. Dad had always emphasized wanting a peaceful and safe life for me, which was why they chose to stay in the States instead of returning to Israel after college. “Aren’t you worried I might decide to stay there? Or that I might go into the army and postpone college?” I challenged him. “Not at all. We’ll miss you like crazy and call you a million times a day. But both your mom and I served in the army before college, and we turned out just fine,” Dad said confidently. “Emma, we’ll support whatever you choose, but where is all this coming from?” “In the workshop, I had all these thoughts…” I continued, gauging Dad’s reaction. “I’ve been thinking about my connection to Israel and wanting to explore it more. When we visit, it’s mostly to be with family, but I’m curious about what it’s like to live there.” “I get that. But before you pack your bags and book a flight, I want to remind you that you’re twelve years old, and this conversation should happen in at least six years,” Dad said with a grin. “You have a point,” I laughed. I still had time to think it over, but it was reassuring to know my parents would support me no matter what I decided. I glanced at my phone and noticed a new message from Bethany: If your workshop is over, come to the mall quick! There’s a sweater on sale with your name on it. Olivia is saving one that’s exactly your size. She even attached a photo of Olivia holding the sweater—it really was my style. “Dad, can you drop me off at the mall, please? My friends are

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