Paul was right, he needed a name. Her mind sifted through a list of possibilities. None of them seemed right. And then it hit her. Moses. It was perfect. Moses had been left by his parents and so had this little boy. Moses had been found and taken in by the Pharoah’s daughter. And even though Maven wasn’t a king’s daughter, she would love this little boy the best she could while he was with her. Moses seemed content with sitting in his circle. Maven walked over to the circle, but sat down outside of it. “I don’t know what to call you. Can you tell me your name?” His gaze met hers. Well, that was something. Pointing to her chest, she said, “I’m Maven. Can you say that?” No response. “For now, I’m going to call you Moses. Moses was a brave man and a hero. Just like you. You are so brave. Is it all right if I call you Moses?” He stared at her saying nothing. She stood back up. “OK, I’m going to fix us lunch. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, Moses.” She walked to the kitchen.
