Their faces. So young. So beautiful.

Frozen in photographs, they look out — smiling and innocent. Curious about the future. Hours and days, weeks and years they will never see.

The boys will never get married. Get kissed by lovers. Hold jobs.

Celebrate bar mitzvah. Read and write with authority. Ride bikes.

Climb trees. Get old.

I can’t look at the adorable faces of Kfir and Ariel Bibas without crying.