by Jenny Hazan, Jerusalem Post, Israel – I stood in the bomb shelter in the basement of our building with Noa, 2, and Eitan, 4, the latter now sopping wet with pee, an accident he hadn’t had in months, one in each arm, both searching my face for an explanation. Then we heard the “Boom!”, “Boom!”, “Boom!” of the Iron Dome intercepting rockets above us. Our building shook. The kids began to cry. I whispered to them that everything was ok, but they could feel that I was scared, too. They burrowed into me.
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