My father, Ohad, is the kibbutz accountant. He is an organized, balanced and serious man, and one of the funniest people I know. Whenever I have a problem, he is the first person I turn to, and after he has solved the issue, he will laugh about it or make jokes, getting me to laugh too. 

He loves riding his bike. Every Saturday, he and his friends from the kibbutz go for a ride in the area, and then stop for coffee and just talk about life.

Recently, his mother moved closer to the kibbutz, so that he could help her and care for her. He always says that we, my mother, my sisters and I, are the center of his world.