Wedding Bells
During the latest 11-day skirmish with Hamas, we were allowed to visit Mom with the knowledge that if a siren sounded, my dad and I were encouraged to enter the reinforced safety room while Mom would be returned to her slightly protected space in the main dining hall. I had already decided that I’d stay with Mom if we were notified about incoming rockets, though I wasn’t sure how all the logistics would work. Thankfully, we were never tested. When we asked Sylvia, the social