IF WE'LL BE 19 His sister in my arms, he clutches my hand, walking beside me, over rubble, to the meeting point . One of the soldiers accompanying us says to him, with a smile I can not offer at that moment . “I have a nephew, I pick him up all the time and I’m great at it, maybe I could pick you up and help ? ” He tells her no . He wants to walk by himself . “You’re such a brave boy ! ” She speaks to him with a softness that is like water in the desert at that moment . I see him straighten up . For a moment he sees himself through her eyes . Another soldier approaches him, “should I pick you up sweetie ? ” Atar Maor 20 The first soldier answers – “no, it’s important to him to walk by himself . ” And so, they saw my trembling 6 - year - old . They made room for him . They offered a smile . They strengthened him . He still remembers you, just so you’d know – That you offered, that you listened, That a soldier in uniform and a vest told him he was brave .
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