Flood

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

Maurice Chevalier

I received news yesterday that there was a huge flood in my hometown. I have no idea what state my parent’s house is in. My brother called and told me that the town is completely flooded; my cousin’s house is completely submerged, although my aunt’s house is relatively untouched. I hope my house is ok. I cannot imagine the state of my house if the water got into the house.

The old people in the town told me that a big flood occurs at least once every 100 years. It’s about that time, I guess. The town is completely blocked off, all roads leading to town is flooded and had to be shut down.
I remember vaguely of a flood that happened when I was about 5 years old. We were living somewhere else then, and the water got as high as our knees. My mum and dad were busy moving our stuff higher, and we were told to stay on this huge wooden table while waiting for the water to subside. Then my aunt came with some rescue people in a small motorboat and we were taken to my grandma’s house. The incident that stayed with me till this very day was when we were back to our house and the water has just subsided. I was outside playing with my sister and I had a pair of very pretty pink slippers with sunflowers on top. The water washed it away and I was so shocked that all I could do was just stand there and cry. I just stood there, watching my pretty pink slippers floated away from me. Sad, ain’t it?