I can't believe my ears. Surely, the young woman is mad. The other, Orpah, her sister-in-law, was the most sensible. However, she has also been the one to be the most self-absorbed. She left and returned to her parents' house earlier.
Perhaps, with her being young still, she will find a good husband.
Yet, I have still this one here.
Nothing good will come if she follows me home. Home.
It has been a long while since I have allowed myself to think of it.
"Daughter, you must turn around. Return to your father and mother. Did you not see your sister-in-law do so?
I have nothing to offer you! I am poor, old, and widowed! Even if I could remarry and bare another son, would you wait for him to be grown?
No, Daughter, this is senseless!" I cried.
I was seething with frustration. I was torn. I cared for her as though she were of my womb. I had always longed for a daughter, but Adonai had different plans. He had bestowed upon me and my husband, Elimelech, two sons. Their names were Mahlon and Chilion. Mahlon had married Ruth, and Chilion married Orpah.
My husband had died not long after we settled in Moab. We'd had to move due to famine which had struck Israel. Our little section of Bethlehem, the House of Bread, no longer gave forth the meaning of its name!
I had taken comfort in the thought that, although I was widowed, my sons married good women. Now, they could give me grandchildren, and I could rest with them in my final years. Even that hope was strangled, for my sons now lay buried in the depths of the Earth's soil.
All has become bitter.