I’m in the office today until late. I spoke to Aliza shortly after she came home. I explained I’d be here for a while, at least. She’s home alone until my husband returns from work and some errands.
“Ima, what if the siren goes off when I’m alone?” she asked me.
“Go quickly into the bomb shelter and close the door,” I told her, my heart clenching at the thought of her in a bomb shelter alone.
“I’ll take my phone with me,” she said, and I quickly agree.
“I’ll call you right away and you can call me,” I answer back.
“Can I take Simba in with me?” she asks. Simba is our dog.
“Of course you can. That’s wonderful. You take care of Simba and call him into the room.”
What world do we live in that a 12-year old has to consider going into a bomb shelter alone? If I could leave now, I would but Al Jazeera English contacted me and asked me to be on their show. Check out my next post on that…
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