Flood in the house for the first time
We live in Caloocan. I grew up in Caloocan. I’ve been living in the same house for over 20 years. It is normal for me to see flood in streets, even if it’s just a drizzle. But having water inside our house is a first time, =(. I will never forget you, Habagat.
Last Monday was the longest trip going home. We left the office at around 6:30 pm just when the heavy rain was pouring. We were along Edsa for a good 30 minutes until we reached Caloocan where traffic was bad because of flood. No, it wasn’t bad, it was the worst. To make the story short, Jeff had no choice but to park the car in a gasoline station and stay there for the night or until the flood water goes down. I, on the other hand, had to brave the floods just to go home for Gwen. I was home 12 midnight. Jeff was left in the car with just chocolates as food.
I haven’t slept because I’m worried about Jeff and afraid because of the non-stop rain. The next morning, the flood water is already at our front gate but I’m still not worried because it also reached that level in the past. Unfortunately, around 10 am, water came in at the whole ground floor. It’s not that high compared to others, just ankle-deep but still, it’s so heartbreaking to see the place where I grew up slowly decaying because of flood. =(
Our flooded street…
We had no electricity for 3 days, but that’s the least of my worries. This experience is so humbling, I don’t even care if we don’t have an electricity, I don’t even care if the car got flooded, I just want my family and my house to be safe and dry.
My heart goes out to all the families who were left with nothing. In tragedies like this, we are never alone. God is with us all the time. And even if you lost everything, there will always be something to be thankful for.