The 8:43 Trauma

I was on my very moment of waking up in a morning I thought was pleasurable but it turned out to be this dreaded and life threatening event that startled everyone to panic around.

The twenty-seventh day of July 2022 seems to be a usual day to all Ilocanos. What a pleasure to welcome another day while having a coffee just to match the above scene and the air that gently touches everyone's skin.

Located in the 1st floor beside our kitchen is my room where at that time is being occupied by me as I am conditioning myself to college by reviewing all lessons I just learned in my Senior High School. While having a hard time in mastering some mathematical concepts, it feels like a giant person put his foot near our house like what I usually imagine when I am reading and watching fantaseries that I observed the shaking ground on my very shocking moment in thinking where this dilemma came from. I go out immediately and I just realized that there is an earthquake as I saw my family panicking. 

I am still overwhelmed that I cant fully describe our situation during that traumatic experience that excruciatingly gave tears to every person's eye. I can't even imagine how intricate the scene was seeing my family having their own state of shock as if they were actors and actresses in a usual television scene trying to hold their breathe until the director's cue of finally saying "cut". How I wish that what was happened is just a cinematic earthquake drill as I feel crippled by the manacles of that one destructive seismic game-like event. I can't really remember what was the things that run in my head at that time because not to exaggerate but in just a blink of eye, soon after the earthquake happened, social media was flooded by posts showing the aftermath and I cant help but to accompany the people in their grief.

That was just a series of seconds but the effect is obviously manifested not just by the debris that fell down, the wrecked invested estate and belongings or the ancestral houses built by historical events that give pride to the people, but the funk that is painted on everyone's face as the trauma will forever remain in the memory of this beloved island. I just thank God that my family survived and most importantly the person who will tell this story to the future generations that he is one of the soldiers in the battlefield- the surviving and recovering me.

-adiii


Photo credits to: Vigan City PH


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