What does war look like through the eyes of a single father raising a five-month-old baby?
For Yaniv, a 52-year-old single father, the answer lies somewhere between nighttime feedings, air-raid sirens, and repeated trips to a safe room. As the war disrupts the fragile routine he has built with his daughter Sara, sleep becomes a luxury and survival becomes a matter of adaptation.
In this deeply personal reflection, Yaniv shares one exhausting night that captures the reality of parenting during wartime: the constant interruptions, the accumulating fatigue, and the quiet determination to keep going despite it all.
At the heart of the story is a simple hope shared by parents everywhere—that their children will one day inherit a safer world than the one they were born into.
