When Aaron awoke in the dark of night, his first thought was father's snoring again. Really, it was a miracle of God that the house still hadn't crumbled around their ears, that was so loud of a noise.
Then he remembered father died a long, long time ago. So who… ?
The answer – the culprit – was sprawled on a pallet, his wife right besides him, unfairly dead to the world yet making such noise the dead surely heard it from beyond the veil. Of all things to inherit from father, why – oh, why did you choose this one, Moses ?
Aaron certainly didn't thought his brother would be the kind to snore when Myriam invited him and his wife to stay with them – he's our brother, Aaron, our house is his – or else he would have groused more about it. A lot.
Aaron actually had never thought very much about his brother.
He had always knew he wasn't Amram and Yocheved's lastborn, he vaguely remembered mother introducing a small bundle to him, tis your baby brother, Aaron, and you shall watch over him, won't you ? A tiny, squished thing who already looked like Myriam in a strange way.
One day, the bundle disappeared, right with many, many other babies amongst the slaves. Because the Pharaoh had commanded for them to be killed.
Mother and Myriam had always told him his baby brother had been put in safety, spared by the mercy of God. Aaron had never dared to call them out on their lie, because he knew grief could cut you so deeply you would do anything to flee the pain. And, well, it was just a small lie. It didn't hurt anyone – except when Myriam had brazenly adressed the Prince of Egypt under the delusion he was their dead brother, which was impossible because Pharaoh would rather kill a Hebrew baby than take him for his own…
But he did.
The lie was the truth all along.
The Prince of Egypt – Moses – was his brother. A brother who married a Midianite while he was shepherding for her father, a brother whose hair curled just like Myriam's and claimed God spoke to him yet couldn't speak a word of Hebrew, a brother who was right here and currently disturbing Aaron's rest without a care in the world.
His brother was alive.
Aaron… really didn't know what to do about it. Myriam, he knew her, she always was there, he never had to learn how to be her brother. But Moses – where was he supposed to start ?
Tis your baby brother, Aaron, and you shall watch over him, won't you ?
Well, Moses did seem as reckless as Myriam, even if he truly had the Lord's favour. So it didn't seem to be such a bad starting point.