We were born in Israel, but grew up in the States. We are only truly satisfied when dinner is falafel and humus followed by apple pie and ice cream. We call mom and dad ima and aba and usually converse in our own vernacular: a broken mix of English and Hebrew. Though we make fun of our American friends when they try to speak our beloved mother tongue, our five hundred cousins back "home" make fun of our own American accents. This disheartens us. Deeply.