Joanna's final fanfiction

This fan fiction is based on a Bible story.

 As Jacob’s first wife, Leah felt that she was never loved by Jacob, just because she wasn’t a pretty lady; Jacob realized that he had loved Leah for many years but he just never had a chance to let her know.

Sometime, we always neglect the person next to us, because we think they are always there. Not until one day they have left we realize how much we love them. But it might be too late to tell them.

So why don’t we start to treasure the person next to us from today?

Jacob, do you love me?

Chapter one

I am Leah, the first wife of Jacob; Rachel is my younger sister. She is the second wife of Jacob. Jacob loves Rachel more than me, because Rachel is prettier than me.

I have been married Jacob over 50 years now, and I have given birth to 7 kids. For all these years, Jacob has never said that he loves me. It must be my own fault. I can’t forgive myself: maybe I shouldn’t prevent him from marrying my sister Rachel.

I still remember the day when my father Laban asked me to marry Jacob how shock I was. I told him that I was not going to marry Jacob because I knew he loved Rachel. But my father said,

" Leah, you have to marry Jacob, because it is not our culture that the younger one get married before the older."

 I tried to persuade my father, but eventually I agreed with him. Not only because I had to be submissive to my father as our culture, but also I found myself fell in love with Jacob. That was my secret.

My father was cunning, and I was blinded by love.

It was terrible when Jacob woke up and realized the person lied-down with him was me!

“Rachel! Where is my Rachel? What did you do to me?!”

I will never forget his angry face. All these years I tried my best to let him forgive me, but I failed. When Rachel was here, he hardly came to my tent unless I beg him. After Rachel died, he moved his love to Joseph-Rachel’s first son. Joseph became his beloved son among all 12 sons. One day, he collected hundreds colorful sheepskins and made him a beautiful coat. And because of Joseph's death he locked himself in the room for month.

All of these, I just accepted. The little wish in me is that one day Jacob will come to me and give me a kiss, telling me that he loves me. Maybe it is not like the way he loved my sister but at least a part of his love. That will be enough for me.

I have been waiting for 50 years. Now I am tired. I can’t wait anymore. Maybe, he has still remembered how father and I had cheated him, and how he had to work for another extra 7 years because of me?

“O, Jacob, I didn’t mean to cheat you. It’s not because that I have to listen to my father. It is because I fell in love with you even when I first see you...”

 I wish Jacob could hear my whisper.

But it is too late; I am too tired to wait for him…

"Bye -, my love."


Chapter 2

I am Jacob, the husband of Leah and Rachel. I fell in love with Rachel at first, because she has a good looking. But I married to Leah first instead of Rachel because the father cheated me.

I think it was not Leah’s fault, she is such a simple soft girl, I know she had no choice; she had to be submissive to her father.

Everyone knows that I loved Rachel very much. Yes, she was pretty. Every morning, she went to the river to wash her long hair, and do make up for her face. Of course, she had no time prepare meals for the kids. In the most afternoon, Rachel would go around house to house, and talk about what she heard from the market or about the new dress with her girlfriends.

 Leah was opposite, she was not as pretty as Rachel, but she looked calm and joyful all the time. She loved all the children; also she was good at cooking. In the most afternoon, she would gather all the children, reading a story to them, teaching those making crafts. After that, she gave them some delicious blueberry muffin. I could still remember the beautiful smell in those lovely afternoons. The kids loved that. When the kids were screaming, jumping, put cream on each other’s face, I could see joyful smiles on Leah’s face.

After Rachel died, I spent lots time with Joseph, because he was a lovely child, I even made a nice coat for him using all colorful sheepskins. 

But Joseph died too. They told me that beasts had eaten him. For a long time, I was really mourning for him. I stayed at my own room, did not want to do anything, and see anybody. But I knew Leah came to my tent every morning and evening. Sometime, she left a few fresh apples by the door; sometime it was chicken soup with fresh mushroom.
I didn’t do anything for a long while; Leah looked after all 13 children by herself. I know it must be hard on her, but she never complained.

I wanted to tell Leah that I love her many times, but I always think maybe next time, since she was always here.
But now it is too late for me to tell her, she has gone.

If I have another chance I will tell her,

 “Leah, sorry for so many years, I have never told you that I love you, even more than Rachel. I think you know my heart. You have been so kind to me and to the kids. In troubles in difficulties, I can always rely on you. You have been praying for me all the time. Without you, I just can’t pass through all these situations."

I wish Leah could hear me.

The end