It has always been my dream to go to Egypt ever since I was a child. I was always fascinated with Egyptian history. I guess I could say that I inherited it from my father, who is an archeologist. The thing is, my dad is from London and has traveled all over the world. When he went to Egypt to teach at a university, he met my mother, a student who attended one of his lectures.
It was love at first sight.
However, my mother was in an arranged marriage with a man she did not love. She eloped with my father and got married in Europe. However, my mother died when she gave birth to me. My mother's name was Nefetari. My father named me after her. He would always tell me that I looked so much like her.
There were many times when I noticed the sadness in my father’s eyes whenever he looked at me. I imagine it was painful for him.
My father was my only family since my mother’s family didn't want to know me. Anyway, my father taught me different languages and would take me along with many of his excavations. My love for history and archeology grew, and I wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps.
Now, I am in Egypt in my hotel room, looking at the city of Cairo and then at the great pyramids from afar. It was breathtaking, that little by little, I was to achieve my dream. My father got a call from one of his fellow archeologists to find a tomb, but they needed more of his insight. From what her father told her, he said that his fellow archeologists told him it was a discovery, a tomb.
Both of us were excited. Perhaps we were going to make history of finding a tomb of a pharaoh.
I again looked at the great pyramids. “Tomorrow will be a new form of adventure.”