Ever since my childhood, my differences set me apart. My eyes, brighter than the others, were commented upon as eerie. My hair had a hue of fiery red, and I was taller, with a figure that hinted at foreign ancestry. There were whispers that I was a descendant of a Moabite woman, but such things were impossible to prove back then.
Living in a small village near Hebron, I was surrounded by typical Jewish families. My own family members blended effortlessly with the villagers, but I stood out.
