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The Day I Lost My BFF

A true friendship requires loyalty and trust. Esther betrayed my trust. How can that ever be repaired?

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i, 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.

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

Best friends are supposed to keep each other’s secrets. There were many times that I kept secrets for Esther. When she got a bad mark on her test, when she lost her new earrings, and when she got into trouble in school and had to speak with the principal, I never told anyone her secrets. That’s why I can’t forgive Esther.

Truth is, this is not the first time Esther spilled the beans. I often share my ideas with her before I want them to become official and I ask her not to tell anyone. Many times, she accidentally spills the beans and when I confront her, she just shrugs with a halfhearted apology. This time I told her I was really annoyed, and she actually laughed.  She said, “Come on, you know you’re overreacting. I already apologized and it was an awesome party anyhow.” It’s not that I’m angry with her, I’m just frustrated.  I feel like she doesn’t get me.

If she does something wrong, it’s not her place to tell me to get over it. Obviously, I forgive her, and we’re still friends, but if I can’t trust her, I can’t allow the relationship to go back to how it was before.

I miss her, I really do. I started spending time with lots of other girls, but I miss the closeness that we shared. I wish things could go back to how they were, but of course they can’t.  A true friendship requires loyalty and trust. Esther betrayed my trust. How can that ever be repaired?

(Excerpted from Teen Pages, Issue 801)

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