As rockets keep falling on my hometown the past three days and dozens of people get hurt, we decided to extend our stay until Sunday. We can't really afford to, and at the same time, we can't afford not to.
What do you call people who cannot return home because their homes are in the midst of a war zone? Refugees, no? It's hard to admit and difficult to swallow, but this is the situation.
Of course, I can return home to Canada, but my family?
We went into the city yesterday evening, and the feeling was eerie. I'd say that 80% of the people were refugees from the north. People looked lost. People were in the city because they had no other place they could be, nowhere to go. Just like us. Most people on the phone, stand around, look around, unsure what to do next, where to go next.
It's not a holiday feel as much as we try to lighten our hearts. We're not home. How long can people stay away from home like that? We feel it. None of us are working and the end doesn't seem to be near.
Thank goodness for kids and babies. They're the only ones who manage to make us smile these days.
We're hoping for a quick peaceful solution.