It was exactly this time last year that I sent my usual message to my family on our WhatsApp group asking if they were all okay. I had no idea this would be my last message to them. Until today, no one has responded. It has been a year since Israel dropped a bomb on my family home, murdering 21 of my closest relatives: my father, two brothers, three sisters, 14 nieces and nephews, and my cousin. Writing this, for the first time, I have dared to look back at our conversations in the weeks before the unthinkable happened – scrolling through the WhatsApp chats with my siblings, listening to the v…