We knew we needed to go to the protected room, however we weren’t apprehensive as a result of it occurred on a regular basis. We’re sort of used to being bombed each few months. But this time, we understood actually quick that it’s one thing else. We obtained within the shelter room and we’ve got 4 children. After that, we began getting messages from individuals crying to assist. There had been three individuals in my home, one younger lady and two males. They began to attempt to open the door deal with. There isn’t any lock on the door on the protected room. It’s imagined to shelter us from bombs, not individuals. And my husband held the deal with and me and the 4 children and the canine had been hiding in a nook. They had been in my home consuming. They watched TV. They watched a present on Netflix. They knew we had been inside, and for 12 hours, we sat and waited for them to get in and kill us all. The children had been so quiet. They had been so afraid. They had been whispering, “Mom, I’m afraid.” “Mom, I’m hungry.” “Mom, what are the bad guys doing here? Why do they want to kill us?” And I instructed my husband, “If you can’t hold on anymore,” I instructed him, “Take your weapon and shoot us in the head. Make it quick.” They gave us seven minutes to pack our stuff. They took us to security, took us out of the condominium. We took a shirt and put it on my children’ faces as a result of I didn’t know. I didn’t need them to see our bodies mendacity, and the kibbutz burned, and other people they know mendacity within the streets. I reside in Nir Oz my complete life and it was my worst nightmare that terrorist individuals will go within the kibbutz. But in my worst nightmares, I by no means imagined it may be so unhealthy, and so merciless, and so humiliating. They wrote Arab notes on the partitions, and it was like, “We own the place, not you.” My children hold telling me, “Ma, where is Safta? How can we leave the kibbutz without Safta?” And, “Where’s Jhoni, and Tamari, and Omer?” And I must carry on telling them that I don’t know, despite the fact that I do know. I knew my dad is lifeless. I knew he died. I used to be speaking to him on WhatsApp, and when he didn’t reply, he instructed me his final phrases are going to be, “Give a hug to the kids. We’re fine. It’s going to be OK. It’s going to be over soon.”