about what she was about to do.
A slight rustling of the reeds
around her told her Miriam had
returned.
“Mama, come, I’ve found a good
spot.”
She heard Aaron crying before
she got into the door. She wasn’t
surprised, in the last three
months, Aaron had raced to
Moses’s side as soon as he woke
up. Every single morning.
“Mama, where’s Moses?”
Her eyes met Amram’s as she
stepped into the house.
“As usual?”
Jochebed gripped the basket
tighter. “I can’t do this.”
Amram nodded and handed
Aaron to her.
“Mama, where’s Moses?”
Miriam grabbed her mother’s
hands urgently. “We have to
Mama. It’s the only way. Papa
said so. Come, Mama, before he
wakes up. Come!”
As soon as Jochebed placed the
basket in the river, the tension
went. The pain around her face
left. What replaced them was a
deep cold that appeared to
emanate right from the centre of
her being. Dragging herself
up