"It's unbelievable, but:



It's already been a month that I didn't run in, open the door and yell out, 'Hi, house!'



It's already been a month that the words 'and return us to home in peace' are missing from my Traveler's Prayer.



It's already been a month that the tapping of my sandals has not been heard on the path leading to my house.



It's already been a month that I didn't take my niece to the playground in our community.



It's already been a month that I didn't break out in uncontrollable laughter with her on our lawn.



It's already been a month that I didn't go out to pick mangos or lemons from our trees.



It's already been a month that I didn't 'call home.'



It's already been a month that I look and feel like a shadow of myself.



It's already been a month that I didn't jump over to the neighbors.



It's already been a month that I haven't been asked to go to the grocery store or to the community office.



It's already been a month that I haven't prayed in our so-beautiful synagogue in Ganei Tal.



It's already been a month that I haven't slept in my bed, or in the living room with the air-conditioner...



It's already been a month that a day hasn't gone by without me starting to cry for no apparent reason.



It's already been a month that I haven't been at the beach; there are other beaches, but I can't.



It's already been a month that I haven't gone to Kisufim, mainly because I'm not brave enough.



It's already been a month that I haven't had my mother's food.



It's already been a month that I don't have a home to run away to from everything that's scary and painful.



It's already been a month that everything I know and love has been destroyed.



It's already been a month that I wonder if we are fated to bear this pain alone, that I ask myself if only the people of Gush Katif bear the suffering of the destruction on their shoulders.



It's already been a month that I have no patience, that I have trouble responding nicely, that laughter and smiles are very hard.



It's already been a month that I miss the little, little things that made my life into a full and large composite.



It's already been a month that I would give everything to get back the little details that were sometimes aggravating, that I now can't figure out how to live without.



It's already been a month that I am hurting, lacking, dying."



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