I could never find a good opportunity to say, “Hey, by the way, I converted to Judaism when I was little”
High school began, and I quickly settled into the rhythm of my new routine and made friends, becoming especially close to one of my classmates, Adina. Well into the school year, I decided that I wanted to tell her that I was a convert. Once again, just like with Hadassah in camp, I was afraid. Afraid Adina would judge me, look at me differently, or no longer want to be my friend. On the other hand, it was a big part of me. I wanted to share. When would be a good time to tell her?
The days turned into weeks and I could never find a good opportunity to say, “Hey, by the way, I converted to Judaism when I was little.” Then, one evening, we were babysitting together. We’d gotten all the kids to bed and the house was quiet. We sat on the sagging couch chatting when I suddenly felt, this is it, it’s the right time.
I felt myself growing emotional, and before I knew it, I was crying. “Adina,” I said.
Adina’s forehead creased and she leaned towards me. “Vered? What’s going on?”
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