Growing up with a Catholic mother and Jewish father, I was often oblivious to the major differences between my extended families. Although I was raised Catholic, I was content in exercising parts of Judaism; it meant I received double the presents during the holidays. As I grew older, however, I became exceedingly conscious of the prejudices Jews face here in America. I never really understood why until the summer of 2014, when my father brought my family to Israel. Unfortunately, this was when the Israeli-Palestinian conflicts began to worsen. While my mother watched in agony the news at home, the rest of my family journeyed to what was once just a far away place on a map. Despite the circumstances, I eagerly awaited the chance to reunite