I felt terribly
uncomfortable at the wedding, standing to the side as exuberant yeshiva
students danced around the hall in frenzied circles, while black-suited rabbis
looked on with pride. I remained rigidly in place, finding no opportunity to
approach and congratulate the bride and groom.
The wedding customs
were foreign to me. There was little tradition in my secular lifestyle. That was
why I had yet to find a bride for myself, my sister often lectured me. She
became ultra-Orthodox after she married. Maybe she expected the same of me.
Before I left, she invited me for Sheva B’rachot the next day.
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