Come along to my home in London, let's have a bite together and listen while I try to explain to my six year old son why he can't see his grandparents in Gaza. Listen to the tears jamming up my throat as I stop them from coming up to my eyes, as I pretend to be strong in front of my child.
Look into the eyes of the confused child as I tell him that I am actually originally not from Gaza but from a village called Deir Snade. My own grandparents were forcibly removed and Israel has taken our family home, our olive trees, our animals and the stream in the fields. That I lived with my family as a refugee in Gaza.
Listen carefully to my three year old daughter's broken Arabic as she asks who is 'Teta' Fatma and 'Seido' Mahmoud because she has never met them.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!