I am sure that by the time that you receive this letter, you have spent many days looking for me. I do not feel bad for running away from you, but I understand that you deserve answers.
It all began three weeks ago, when I met another Jew, Ayala. She met me whilst I was selling her cloth at the town square. I did not think much of her at first, but I now thank her for the marvels that she has done to me. After she over paid me for the simple cloth that I gave her, she asked me if I wanted to come to the inn that she works in. We took many abrupt steps on the painful gravel leading to her inn. It is a nice place, although it is very small. She led me to an empty room, which was not very difficult to find considering the fact that the place is usually empty. She knows that I am a jew, she could tell by the way that I greeted her at my booth. When we entered the room she gave me a pamphlet. I was slightly confused at first, but after reading it, I discovered it was a pamphlet that she received at church telling all young adults to make the pilgrimage to Jerusalem to view the place in which Jesus ate his last supper. I did not even have to think about it. I wanted to go. I did not care if it was with her or not, but this was just what I needed. I knew that with all of the stress going on in the house, this would be a perfect opportunity for me to find myself during my walk with God.
I gave her a look of approval. Ayala told me to meet her in the same location in about an hour. I walked home and thought about whether I should tell mom and dad. I decided that I should. I came home and grabbed my sac and filled it with an extra pair of clothes. I also grabbed my shoes in which mom made for me. When I was about to tell you all, I noticed that no one was home. I wanted to leave a note, but there was no paper at home. So, I promised myself that I would write this letter to you as soon as I found a man to deliver it to you and some paper and ink.
