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Maya (niece)
As I walk to my room I think about how different it has been for me since my uncle found me.
I'm so scared that I don't know what I'm supposed to do. One minute I was just minding my own business around my home, and the next thing I knew, someone grabbed me and took me to Egypt to be a slave. I'd heard what happened to slaves in Egypt and I was scared for my life. I wondered what my family would think of this, what they would do when they discovered what had happened to me. At least I didn't have to go up for auction, because just as we were going into town a border guard stopped us.
"What business do you have in Egypt?" he asked us in a stern voice.
"We are bringing in a slave, to sell," one of the men who took me said.
"Where is she from?"
"We found her around Canaan."
He looked at me. "Then you will need to come with me to see my captain. He wishes to see all the slaves that come in from that area. He had one that came from there a while ago and ever since he has wanted to find another like him."
We were led into town and near to a man sitting behind some silos. The guard motioned for us to stop, and went to speak with the apparent captain, who after talking with the guard, approached us.
"Hello. I hear that you have a slave from Canaan that you wish to sell," he said in a businesslike manner.
"Yes, here she is sir," the man said in a spine-chilling voice.
"May I talk with her?" the captain asked, and when he received a nod he approached me. "Do you know Jacob?" he asked me in my own language, which was strange enough for me.
"Yes, sir; he is my grandfather." I told him in a quiet voice.
"Who is your father?"
"Reuben, his eldest son, sir."
He abruptly turned towards the men. "How much do you want for her?" he asked.
"50 pieces of silver," the man said. He had obviously been trying to get a lot of money from the rich Egyptian.
"I will give you 30," the captain countered.
After a moment of thought the man replied, "Fine, take her." He pushed me toward the captain, and I almost fell onto the hard dirt. Thankfully, I was caught by the man standing before me, the man I had just been sold to.
"Arrest him for assault," he told the guard who brought us in from the border.
"Come with me, child. There is someone who I think will want to see you." He told me in a kind voice, undoing the rope around my hands.
"Yes master." I replied.
"No, I'm not your master. I bought you to free you and take you to a friend of mine who is from your land." He took my hand and we set off.
After meeting Joseph and his family, he started to give me lessons on Egyptian language, and my aunt taught me how to act. But the best thing that happened was Aaron. We both like each other – I can tell – but he is always extra cautious. He is terrified of what my uncle would do to him if he ever found out but I think that he likes me.
I go to my room and sit on my couch, waiting for Aaron to come back.
Soon he appears at my door; I call him in and tell him to sit down.
"Yes, mistress," he replies and sits on the floor next to the chair I point to.
"I asked you to sit on the chair not the floor, get up please," I say. I know he means well, he is always so kind and he is also very handsome. I do like him and he likes me too but I know the laws in Egypt and others would not approve of this, I'm sure.
"Come sit next to me," I tell him and Aaron does.
"Please hug me, my uncle will never know please," I beg him, for what seems like the thousandth time.
"You know that I want to, but I'm just a slave, and you're my mistress. Your uncle would never approve let alone allow me to be near you again if he found out."
"But he won't, he never needs to know. Please – just one hug," I plead.
"Okay if you want me to," he finally says.
And he hugs me finally; it's amazing I love him so much. Oh why must he be a slave, he's a person just like me so why must we be so worried about what my uncle says? He seems very kind. If I asked he might let me give freedom to my love. Yes! That is what I shall do, I think while he hugs me. Just then I hear a voice at my door.
"What is going on here?"
Oh no – it's my uncle. Aaron quickly moves away from me and off the couch. He presses his face to the floor and I can tell he's scared. Oh, how I wish to comfort him, but I know with my uncle and father in the room, I cannot, so I speak with my uncle.
"What brings you to my chambers? I thought that you were talking with my father." I say innocently.
"Yes I was just bringing him to see you."
He looks at the boy on the floor. "Get up please; you don't need to be afraid."
He then turns to me and asks, "Was he alright with what was happening, Maya?"
"Yes, uncle," I tell him.
"Then there is no harm done," he says with a smile, I think that he's taking this all very well.
My uncle says he is not mad or even about to cause any of us grief. Then he calls Aaron out of the room and they both leave to give me some time with my father.
"Are you alright, Maya?" he asks with concern.
"Yes, of course I am, Father. I have been in Joseph's care; he has treated me well."
"Yes, I do not know why, but something did happen in Egypt that changed his ways. This is certainly not how I thought I would be received," my father said pensively.
"What do you mean Father? And if he's alive, why does Grandfather think he is dead?"
"Well, my dear, let's just say it is my fault, along with most of your uncles that he is here, and that he was not always in such a high position."
"What do you mean? He's second to Pharaoh, what was he before?"
My father just looked down. "If he hasn't told you, I won't. It's not my place. Ask him if you want to know."