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The plan was simple: finish the shopping, get the chicken in the oven, and host our first-ever Passover Seder at home. But by the time I was hiding in a 'secret room' in a supermarket shelter with my son’s classmate, his family, and their dog, I realized this wouldn't be a normal holiday. This was my fourth trip to the shelter before 11:00 AM. Between a smart lock with a dead battery, sirens interrupting our grocery runs, and a family living in a small room inside a bunker, the morning felt a lifetime long. Even as I finally got the sweet and spicy chicken into the oven, a fresh wave of eight consecutive alarms forced us back underground. We almost considered canceling, but we couldn't do that to the kids. They needed this one night of family and tradition. Despite the threats from the sky and the constant rush to safety, we eventually sat together to read the Haggadah and share a holiday meal. It was a Seder we will never forget a celebration of freedom held between the sirens.