For months, my family waited for information. It was horrible. There was so much uncertainty in our lives. We didn't know if they were alive or dead. We didn't know if they were in Israel or Gaza.
Now we know they are dead, that their bodies are being held hostage in Gaza, and my family is grappling with what that means for us.
It's been hard to connect with other people on the topic of the hostages. At work or at school, I feel like I leave half of myself outside the door each time I walk in.
I'm often scared to bring it up, especially with people I don't know, because it's so polarizing. You're either for this side or you're for that side.
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