To me, it was an ordinary rainy Saturday morning. As usual, I did my Saturday morning ritual: laundry and brunch. I had no definite plan for the day, so I thought of going to The Medical City to have a routine check up. I was really in no hurry to go because it was raining. At about past 10 am, I heard people shouting that street was flooded and the water was rising quickly. I went out to check, and indeed water was approaching the gate. I took stuff that I could carry to the second floor. I was fast, in less than an hour I was done. Later, some of my neighbors helped me getting the heavier ones upstairs.
I am not so sure what made me decide to leave my place. I left when the stuff I could save had all been placed in the 2nd floor. The water level then was above my knees. My landlady took me in. That Saturday until Tuesday, I was with them.
Ondoy was an experience that I will never forget. I was scared and I felt so alone. I was with my very nice and generous landlady (and I am forever grateful to her), but I had no one to cling to. As the rain keeps pounding NOW, the feeling returns....scared and again sleepless....
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