I’ll never forget this day.
It’s a scar that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
We saw them from our bedroom window, and my body froze.
While hugging our kids, we ran to the protected space, praying and begging for our safety.
How on earth can we return home after this? How can we take the kids back there?
My two-year-old constantly asks, ‘Mommy, is there a boom-boom in our house?’
I have no answers for her.
Deep down, I know we no longer have a home, only four walls we still need to pay a mortgage on, because selling is impossible.
Who would buy when this is the reality in our city? (Sderot)