Flood
Written on Saturday, 30 of January, 2010 at 1:45 am
Our basement got flooded last 2008….it was heart breaking as we tried salvaging what was left from our old stuff. Old textbooks in grade school to high school with our own notes, Decades old books kept by my mom, my mom’s wedding dress, my dad’s plaques, basically years of tangible sentimental stuff. It was hard picking out most of the stuff that we can save, but it was more hard to let go of the thing s we couldn’t. My mom who was tired was sobbing all over the place.
The flood was unexpected because it was something about our water pipes that did it and not some natural occurrence. It apparently went on during the night while we were in our deepest slumbers. The next morning my cousin who was staying over for a week… went down to get a book to read, that was basically how we all found out about it. It was too late.
At least no one got hurt, if by any chance someone decided to sleep there last night (like me, I like sleeping there every now and then) something bad might have happened. Out of all the sadness at least we had one thing to be happy about: we were all okay and together.
Category: mumblings, house and home, environment & society
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