You quoke me all day long Essay

Standing now on the top of the hill, I could watch thousands of buildings collapsing and crumbling as a biscuit can be crushed in one’s hand. Others are rather shaky that structures might collapse at any moment. An interminable pall of greyish acrid smoke is billowing out from all the burning buildings and even visible in distance by dominating the air and all the clouds in the skyline. I just couldn’t escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city; nothing stood still, people in the crowd are all rushing in different directions like desperate and hurried shoals of fish longing for peace and quiet. What a cacophony! I had never been this claustrophobic before, but in this almighty situation, I feel the panic and fear rising in my heart. Everyone around me was a mere bystander, including myself. We, survivors, felt powerless to help the injuries in need. I can see in front of me, many people babbling with their neighbors and families. Some are jaunty catching up with old friends. They stay together with fingers entwined. My family is utterly traumatized. We are four generations living under the same roof, from a 96-year-old grandfather to my 4-year-old son. It all began about an hour ago when I was shaken awake by an earthquake at 5 a.m. in the morning. In 30 years, I have never experienced such a seismic tremor. It was violent and intense and lasted a long time. It all started with a deep rumbling noise and a loud thunderous creaking. I was on the third floor of my flat. In a bang of apocalypse, my entire flat started jolting and swaying in all directions. The sky outside was all red, and I was surrounded by complete darkness. My pets became unsettled: “Woof-Woof Woof-Woof…Meow-Meow” Romeo, my 2-year-old German Shepherd and my cat, Fluffy, sensed the earthquake before it happened and started to run everywhere in the house in order to be escaped on their own. My wife, Mina, tried her best to hold them into a carrier so they won’t step on broken pieces of glass but she couldn’t forcibly restrain them as they were too much agitated. Things, all over my home, were shattered, water was shaking in the glass next to my bed. It was the complete thud of walls and pictures; some windows were broken; drawers kept opening and bang shutting. My family and I wanted to escape but we realized that one of our children, Bryan, who is only 4 years old, was nowhere to be seen. I searched for him everywhere in the house and at last found him playing with his cars under the bed in one of the master bedrooms. So I quickly managed to rescue him before one of the walls of my home collapsed on top of him. To be honest, thinking back to what happened scares me out of my wits that there is an instant sheen of sweat on my face. Next to me, I could see tears dripping down from Mina’s pale red cheeks. When I turned to her, she pretended she had a cold by falsely sneezing. All I could do was hug her in order to comfort her. Letting her wipe her tears on my shirt, I asked “What happened to you darling?”. “I am hopeless, I have no idea where to stay and what we are going to do with our children and father in law",” she answered. I try to convince her, “don’t let your agony break your heart",” even though I felt full of devouring anxiety, too. “Where should we all go now Jason knowing that we both have a dysfunctional family?” By tightening her into my arms, I said to her softly and bravely, “the courage of the day is upon me. Don’t worry, I will not leave you alone in the middle of the street. Let me take the bull by the horns.” I don’t know whether my words helped her stay strong but I am pretty sure that I boosted her with some sort of hope and energy for the day. While I was really wondering whether I knew somebody who could help us, Adam, my best friend, came to my mind. We had studied together at the University of Oregon. When I hopefully managed to contact him, Adam told me that he is ready to accommodate us by making sure that he can help us at any time and in any way possible. Two sleepless nights later, some rescue flights came to carry everyone home. My family and I finally reached Adam’s home after many hurdles during the travel. His house was very similar to his neighbours’ house, but I easily found out which one was Adam’s. While every other door was simply brown, his was covered with full of graffiti. So without even checking the door number, I knocked at the door several times and waited. Adam opened the door. “Hey hey, welcome home Jason! I’m so glad you came here my buddy. So happy to see you again. You know, I was so much worried for you and your family when heard the bad news from you. How are you all? Did you sleep well? I guess everyone is hungry so I’ll just let you all go upstairs to freshen up before lunch.” I gave a tight hug to Adam before I respond. “I just dono how to thank you Addy, you are always such a kind-hearted person to me. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me and my family.” Adam just rubbed my back while hugging and went off to make us some coffee. Our stomachs stopped growling after the fabulous lunch.

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