Hiyup… Just as they say, there’s really no place like home. It is where you have fun with your family and hang out with your siblings. You grew up there. It’s the most important place in your life. But what happens when this place you call home meets an accident? Not the people inside the home but THE home — as in the house.
This unfortunate accident happened to us yesterday, the first day of August. So much for a wonderful beginning of the month, isn’t it? We don’t understand how it happened either but it was a beautiful morning — the sun had just shone after a day of rain. My mother was hanging the laundry while I was sitting in our living room. My sister was inside our room playing her head off. Then, all of a sudden, we heard this really loud sound of a tire getting popped. And then, break screeches. In an instant, my mother was face-to-face with a car flying at god-knows-how-many-kilometers-per-hour. All these events transpired before my very eyes. I was so scared. Just then, my mother started running at the opposite direction away from the flying car.
CRASH!!! And the car hits its mark: our bedroom wall. The energy of the collision successfully shattered our bedroom wall and floor. It also managed to make my sister jump in surprise and run out of the room all surprised and shaken up. What was formerly a car was now just a heap of junk metal. It’s flight brought with it our plants, our gate and most importantly, our clothes. Our underwears were everywhere — up our guava tree, on the windshield, on the ground. It was supposed to be embarrassing but we didn’t care at all.
We were all shaken up. For crap’s sake, I almost lost my mother. You don’t know how relieved I am that she managed to get out of the way. I’m just so happy and thankful that everyone’s fine. In fact, we were all so happy that we ate out the afternoon of that day.