For weeks my brothers flooded me with tales of drowning, said the special pool was where young girls sank and did not rise again.
When we appeared at the mikveh & attempt to quell the swell of non-Jewish blood swimming through our veins, I planted myself upon a bench refusing to budge from my position.
Wanting to live no matter the future cost. In my heart I was a Jew, this I knew, no ceremony could make it so.
Better to stay than to go. While brothers and mother vanished under water and prayers rang out in the rooms, Alone, I remained wordless, prayerless still and silent as a stone.
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