You would probably call me a murderess. I don't care. I had to do what I did. Sometimes it is difficult to know the difference between right and wrong. I am an Israelite mother and slave living under Pharaoh in Egypt. I am here with all my other countrymen. I am the mother of a Hebrew baby boy. (Bows) We are in bondage in the land of Goshen in Egypt and we have a miserable life. We have our God and our basic identity as a separate Hebrew people. But, sometimes, I wonder if the God of our people has forgotten all about us. If we do have a God, then how can our life be so terribly miserable? There is not one of us who has a good life at all. Our people originally came here with our ancestor Jacob because they were starving in the land of Canaan. At that time, Pharaoh had been kind and genero…