It was a day like any other, or so I thought. The sun had yet to
make its way up as we began our morning routine. But just as we were about to
leave for school, a deafening rumble caught our attention. Rushing to the
balcony, we saw nothing but darkness, except for the sound that was growing
louder. It wasn't until later that we realized a landslide had occurred. The
rain had weakened the hills, causing rocks and boulders the size of bulldozers
to come crashing down.
As we made our way down to the basement, we saw rescue workers already on the
scene, sifting through rubble and debris. The landslide had severed the only
road to town, leaving many stranded, and with the added power failure, we were
left to swelter in the heat without the relief of a fan or television. The idea
of an evacuation loomed, causing anxiety amongst residents.
Throughout the day, we watched the rescue efforts continue, silently praying for
the safety of those involved. We were ordered to remain in our apartments until
further notice. It wasn't until later that night that we received the news that
the access road had been cleared, and there were no casualties or extensive
damage to property. Relief swept over us as we offered our thanks to the powers
above.
As I lay in bed, I reflected on the day's events. It was a day I wouldn't soon
forget, filled with anxiety, fear, and helplessness. But most of all, I was glad
the day had come to an end. |