Something happened not so long ago where I live. Something that made me change the way I feel about many things. I've never felt the pain of my people in such a strong way. Wiser people warned me about this and I took it as a joke. I believe we are a very lucky island. We always dodge the worlds problems, but this time it was different. I felt like we needed this to happen for us young ones to get a grip on life and realize that the most important things are not Netflix and Youtube. What brought most suspense was the waiting and waiting for it to be over. Waiting to see how much we had lost. After it ended I looked through the window and saw that something my dad had built was completely destroyed. It felt like the memories and hard work were gone in a second. Everybody panicked, everybody leaned on to people, but I always kept thinking about old people that lived in small wooden houses with a happy life. I wondered what had happened to them. People say that the hearts that have more scars are stronger so I thought maybe their okay, maybe they can survive this better than we can. Maybe I'm right, internally their better, but the news clarified their physical state and to me it seemed horrific, it hurt me to see their tiny houses shredded.
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The Hurricane That Brought Back Old Times
RandomThis story is about hurricane Maria's recent visit to Puerto Rico and the impact it had both on the island and the people. It gives you a direct and personal view of the incident and its result.
