It was seriously difficult not to have parents around during situations like saving a gas range from being blown away by monstrous winds or finding scrunched up roofs amidst the heavy rains. Plus, my parents weren't the only ones who were not home during the storm, my older brother left too. He got stranded somewhere in Biga while working on a thesis so we only called or texted each other from time to time, asking if things were going okay. Good thing he got home right away when the storm laid low. Anyway I am still grateful that there were people from our church who helped me and my little sister clean up the mess the storm caused. I didn’t tell my parents about our house being attacked by Glenda yet since I thought Mom would go hysterical about it, ‘til she called sometime at 7 A.M. to check on us. Surprisingly, she didn’t react as I expected. She was completely calm about it, telling us to stay inside the house and be careful.

One of the highlights of that week was us doing every single thing we could to keep our phone and laptop batteries from dying. I was in deep need of finishing our AVP during those times, too! What huge pressure!!