Kefira,
Yon, and Mordechai
Mordechai was
waiting for the rest of the family to come home. He wanted to bring everyone together. He still thought about Vardimom and his
family. He had to patch everyone
together or else they would all stay hateful until the day they die. Nava was counting her fingers. Not aware of all the tribulations occurring
in the present. She held up the number
nine and smiled. He smiled back and
pinched her cheek lightly.
“Such an
innocent child,” he said warmly.
Yon came home
first, looking rested and ready to tackle anything in his path.
“Please stay
son. I want to gather the family.”
He shrugged and
sat down on his bunk. He fiddled with
his covers, trying to keep himself busy until everyone was home. Kefira then stepped in, the minute she saw
Mordechai she stepped out.
“Kefira please stay,
I want to talk to the family,” he said, stopping her.
“Don’t expect
Rina to come home. She ran off before I
could talk to her, I don’t know where she is anymore!” she said, distressed.
They waited for
Rina to arrive any second but she never did.
Kefira lost her patience and began pacing.
“She isn’t going
to return! Tell us what you want!” she
barked.
“I-I’m sorry for
the way I’ve been treating all of you.
I’m ashamed to call myself your father… but while I was at Vardimom’s
home, I realized how much he cared for his children and his wife. I reflected upon that and… I can’t believe
how selfish I was.”
“Was? You still are!”
“Kefira… you are
beautiful and I’m sorry mother left but… I’m still your parent and I expect
respect from my own children. I love my
children and I want you to know that.”
Kefira still
seemed unimpressed by his words. “You
know what Mordechai? Until you start
providing for this family, until you start proving to me you actually care then
we’ll talk.”
She headed to
the door.
“Pardon me but
I’ll be looking for Rina because I actually love her!”
She slammed the
door shut, leaving Nava scared.
Mordechai sighed. There was
nothing else to prove to his children that he loved them. Yon sat up and began writing in his journal.
March 21, 1942,
This
family is falling apart… Father and Kefira won’t get along! What’s the deal with her anyway?! He’s trying to do the world some good by
admitting to us he’s been selfish and yet she doesn’t appreciate honesty. How ridiculous! I must know why she has a strong grudge
against father.
He closed the
journal and sat next to his father.
Mordechai was fatigued with stress and overwhelming guilt. Mordechai had to do something! Or else it would cost his family. Something he promised not to lose. It was now time to put that promise to the
test.
When he went to
bed that night his mind was still consumed by his family. When his eyes finally closed he heard a voice
in his head.
You’re
a fool! Insensitive! Selfish!
This is why I left! Look at yourself! Your daughter provides more for Nava than
you! Your selfish acts got you
here! You don’t even watch your
children! Look at them pondering around
with little to eat! They want you to
die! Leave this planet!
Mordechai sat
up. He breathed heavily and sweat was
pouring down. Tears began forming in his
eyes. His heart swelled up, it felt
heavy with grief. Guilt clouded his
eyes. He felt as if someone beat him, he
couldn’t handle the guilt any longer. He
went outside for air.
Nothing
feels right! My family is my number one
priority but I can’t seem to show it.
Why do they not see my attempts on being there for them? This is all wrong! He took a walk through
town. He avoided any incoming guard and
avoided beggars. His thoughts were
racing, nothing took his mind off of Kefira and her words.
I
must wait! He
thought of a plan if they still rejected him.
Why even exist if no one cares for
your existence? Might as well do Hitler
some good and reduce the Jewish population by one. But I must wait for now…
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