I’m still afraid. When I hear loud noise in the street, my heart tightens — for a moment I think it’s a funeral. When a car speeds by, I feel like it’s a missile coming toward us, and I cover my ears. When something falls and makes a loud sound, my heart races — it feels like an explosion. And when my children step outside the tent… I get scared. Scared of bombing, of noise, of loss — of everything that could happen in a second. I’m still afraid… We haven’t moved on, and maybe we never will.