The Day I Lost My BFF

Dear Mindy, 

Hi, my name is Esther.  My birthday is on Purim and it is by far my favorite Yom Tov. I love everything about Purim—the music, the costumes, and the creative mishloach manos.  This year, though, when I think about Purim, I have a pit in my stomach. Last Purim is when I lost my best friend.

Baila and I were best friends for three years, ever since she joined my class in 5th grade. We always planned themed costumes together as a pair. In 5th grade we were salt and pepper, in 6th grade we were Cheerios and milk, and last year, in 7th grade, we wore the cutest costume ever: We dressed up as a Bubby and Zaidy with face masks that hid our identity, along with real orthopedic shoes.  Wherever we went, random people took pictures with us.

While Baila is energetic and a ton of fun, she’s also a Drama Queen with a capital D.  So, when she told me she was planning a surprise Purim party for our entire class and I shouldn’t tell a soul, I didn’t take her that seriously. I knew she would probably make a party and if she would, of course it would be awesome. But I couldn’t imagine that she seriously thought it would be a surprise. You can’t really plan a party for thirty girls and keep it a surprise. So I told a few of our friends. I only did it to make the party better for Baila.  I told Ruchy because she always bakes the best cookies for class parties, and I told Sori so she could bring her keyboard and play.  I told them not to tell anyone else, but in the end, everyone found out. Baila got really mad. She told me I ruined the party and she feels like she can’t trust me anymore.  Of course I apologized, but since then she acts much colder toward me. We’re still friends, but not half as close as before.  I really miss her.

Baila’s Take

Hi, I’m Baila.  Esther was my best friend until she betrayed me last Purim.