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…