I find myself in the story of Yosef and his brothers. Like Yosef I have eleven siblings. None of them have spoken to me in well over a decade. I was not invited to their weddings.
The ending of Parshat Vayigash gives me hope. God must have caused this pain for a good reason. I have heard from many survivors that my writing gives them hope. Hope is the food of survival.
I have eleven brothers.
They never wanted to hear what I had to say.
They called me a liar.
They believed I was a threat to our family.
A threat to their destiny.
When I was young, "they threw me into a pit full of
snakes and scorpions."
Then they sold me down to Egypt."
They lied about what happened to me.
For many years, I suffered.
with the help of God
I am still in exile.
It's been many years since I was sold.
It's been many years since I saw my brothers.
There is a famine in the world.
People are coming to me for food.
I am preparing food for my brothers as well.
They may need to eat at some point
and I, with the help of God,