𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂.

ʳᵉᵈ ᵃˡᵉʳᵗ

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Mom and I went to buy clothes for the head of the year, chatting a bit, but I found absolutely no clothes.

Sighing in annoyance, I watch her repeatedly call my father to pick us up and bring us to Mall 7, which was basically the best place we could go to in Sderot.

Well not really but you get it.

Father went to buy food for the upcoming holidays while me and mom went to buy clothes.

Wandering around the first shop we saw, I found some promising clothing. They were simple, modest and nice attire, I loved it.

Then, my mom spotted people running. Outside, screaming.

She heard the emergency alert on her phone, and she went out the shop to see what happened. Panicked, she grabbed my hand forcefully and tried to get me out since there was no bomb shelter in the store we were in.

"Wha-what are you doing-" I frown, stressing against her hold.

"Didn't you hear the red alerts-?!" she muttered, pulling me to another shop where there actually was a bomb shelter.

Worriedly stepping in, she endlessly called my father. He didn't answer. Then, my sister and brother. They were alright. Safe.

While I could die any second.

I didn't cry or act afraid. I laughed. But I was definitely afraid for another reason.

People crowded around us, panicked whispers and terrified, and traumatized, cries filling the room.

Children around thirteen were especially terrified.

I, however..feared for my parents. I never cared about myself...but if something were to happen to them, I'd break.

I didn't have my phone on me.

Gently rubbing circles around her back to soothe her, mom shows me the places where there were red alerts in the country.

The entire map was red.

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Stepping out of the bomb shelter, laughing. I stared at the surroundings as we went to find dad at the nearby convenience store.

Just as we were halfway through the path, another red alert rang, blaring loudly now that I was outside.

I find myself hysterically laughing once more as my mother tugs me to the shop, running in panick.

We got to the bomb shelter, dad was there. Thank G-d.

The Iron dome has 98% accuracy rate. That two percent is what scares people, especially with hundreds of bus-sized missiles coming from a Muslim enemy nation whose terrorist organization leader was killed by my country a couple days ago.

Seems like they've finished mourning and are looking for revenge.

Some store guys handed out water...apparently they don't know who to give as I got seven cups of water all to myself.