It all happened about a month ago, when my family and I
went on vacation to Egypt for my thirteenth birthday. My parents wanted me to take off my Star of David. They thought it would be safer that way, since we were in the Middle East. But I refused. After all, this was my heritage. My little brother Johnny exclaimed on multiple occasions before we left the airport that he thought that my decision to wear the necklace was stupid. I guess he wanted brownie points with my parents or something.
Speaking of the airport, they almost didn’t let us on with my little Bo. Bo is the name of my pet snake. It’s not exactly normal for an American 13 year old girl to have a pet snake, and even weirder for bringing him with me on vacation. That’s one of the reasons I’m not very popular at school.
When we arrived in Egypt, I immediately begged my parents to take Johnny and I to the Nile river. Passover was my favorite holiday, so naturally I’d want to visit the river that was turned to blood by the plagues. However, both my parents needed to shower, and 9 year old Johnny was too young to go off on his own. Therefore, I took off for the Nile by myself.
With Bo in my hands, I arrived at the Nile River. I took off my flip flops and stuck my feet in the ice cold water. The water was so cold, it made me jump and accidentally drop Bo.
“Bo!” I shouted, looking for my pet on the ground below. He had to be nearby. But as I looked at the ground, all I could see was a tall walking stick, around the same size as my snake. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. What if there was something about this place… What if…? No, it couldn’t be. But there was always that doubt that said it might just work. I picked up the stick and threw it at the ground, only to see it morph back into Bo. I threw my precious pet at the ground again, determined to try something new with my tall stick. I faced the Nile, feeling silly, and slowly lifted the stick. To my complete surprise, the water parted for me. Now all I had to do was see if anybody else could do the same. If they could, then the river would be magical, or Bo. If they couldn’t, however, then that would mean I was special, some sort of reincarnation of Moses. Well this was proving to be quite an interesting vacation, wasn’t it?
