November 17, 1650 BC, A Hebrew slave in Egypt

It’s been three years since my people migrated from Canaan to the land of Egypt due to famine and drought. We thought we would be safe here, continuing on with our day to day lives just like before, but we were dead wrong. Ever since we moved here we’ve been treated like animals while the Egyptians sit back and relax. They refuse to release us from this slavery and my people are to weak to rise up and resist their tyranny. A man by the name of Moses promises to free us from our torture but I don’t know if I believe him… I guess only time will tell.