The river behind our house started to overflow. The authorities warned us and the others living by the riverbank to move somewhere else—preferably to a higher area, like my aunt’s house a few blocks from ours. We have been staying here for half a day already. The sun has not greeted us for the past few days. We were never more eager to see it again.
This blog post is included in the series, “The Golden Bull: A Retelling,” a folklore rooted from my hometown, that I recreated for school purposes.