Yosef spoke to the brothers in a kind and gentle way. “Welcome back to Egypt my dear friends. How was your trip? How is your father? Is he still alive?”
“Why, yes. He is, thank the Almighty, alive and well… alive and well… alive and well” they said, as they once again bowed to Yosef.
Yosef couldn’t stop looking at Binyamin, and asked him, “Do you have another brother from the same mother?”
“Yes… but we don’t know where he is,” said Binyamin.
“What about yourself, Binyamin?” asked Yosef. “Do you have any sons?”
“Yes, I have 10 sons,” said Binyamin. “They are Bela, Becher, Ashbel, Gera, Na’aman, Echi, Rosh, Muppim, Chuppim and Ard”.
“Such very unusual names. Are these all original?” asked Yosef.
“Indeed so. Every single name helps me remember my long-lost brother Yosef, who disappeared many years ago.”
“Really?” Yosef said trying hard not show any emotion. “And what do these names mean?”
“Bela, means ’swallowed,’ for Yosef was swallowed by strangers. Becher is B’chor – Yosef was the firstborn of our mother Rachel.” Binyamin continued explaining the meaning of all 10 names.
At this point Yosef was about to burst into tears. Without saying a word, he quickly left the room so no one would see him crying. When he finally calmed down, he washed his face and returned to the royal banquet hall.