BOOM! We scrambled to the stairwell for safety from rockets.

“You didn’t sing happy birthday to me yet!” my aunt said rushing to her three-year-old granddaughter whose hands were clutched to her ears as her mother held her tight. The little girl’s lower lip was twitching and she looked dangerously close to tears. Hustling to the stairs for shelter we were semi-organized – kids first, then the adults and my uncle in his wheelchair.


Think others should know about this? Please share