There are moments in life when the past comes knocking on our door—not with violence, not necessarily with pain, but with the quiet insistence of what remains unresolved. This is how our parashah Vaishlaj begins. Yaakov, after years away from home, returns to face Esav, the brother he had deceived, the brother he had fled from, the brother who once swore to kill him.   It is no coincidence that the Torah begins the story with the verb “vaishlaj”—“and he sent.” Yaakov sends me