The Pharaoh's Fortune
The Pharaoh's Fortune Bahini hated her mother for hiding the truth. She hated her uncle for banishing her mother from the kingdom. But most of all, she hated her father for his demise. For a seven-year-old girl, hate was a strong word. She didn’t even comprehend its full meaning, and yet she was experiencing it with every cell in her petite body. As she rode silently in the wagon, her mother seated in front, Bahini wondered how the life of a vizier differed from that of a scribe, as her father once was. They both contributed to the growth of Egypt, and yet one lived in the palace, while another lived in a barely stable abode. Noticing the confused look on her face, her mother spoke to her, in a very soft voice, “What is wrong, dear? You’ve been silent the whole ride. Don’t you want to know more about the palace? You always dreamt of living there.” Bahini just had a look of betrayal on her chubby face. If her mother knew she wished to live in the palace, why hadn’t she told her abo...