The terrifying storm Yolanda caused a very big damage in Palompon, the town I grew up in, the place where my mom and dad are at the moment. I have no way of contacting them because the phone lines are busted, the networks are down, and there’s no effin electricity.
Why didn’t I call them a day or two before it hit? It was all over the news, they’re warning us of the most destructive cyclone of the century…what was I thinking then? or…no, no…what wasn’t I thinking then? It’s so strange of me not to worry given how much of a worrywart I am. Have I totally forgotten about the world outside this house? Have I no concern about my parents anymore? I know they’re just fine. I can feel it. But it really makes me think of what I have become.
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