“We were sleeping in our house when the water invaded the street.”
“The last wave I saw was as high as the coconut trees you can see outside.”
“I saw a man floating near our backyard, so I broke our window threw out a rope to him.”
We lost hope that we would live.
Krishia Kaezzie Marie Ecap
My 12-year-old son was found dead in the mangrove trees, but my 17-year-old daughter was never found. Forty days after the storm we found a body, but couldn’t identify it. We buried it in our backyard hoping that it is her.
I lived with my son and his house was destroyed by the waves. We fled to this cave during the storm and I stayed. I have nowhere else to go.
There were 53 of us who evacuated to that house and three died. My mother was among those eaten by the big waves.
I was so sad looking at those ruins. Our house was completely destroyed. But I wasn’t able to cry, I was just sad.
Before the big waves splashed the house and before my parents died, I saw them praying the rosary. They were pulled out by the big waves while holding hands and repeating “My God.”
Editha Barcial Agao
I am a fisherman, but after the typhoon there was nothing left. Of the 70 boats in town, only 3 survived.
We were in the day care center and my cousin was trapped in the other room. I could hear her voice as she begged for help, but I couldn’t reach her. Her body was found the next day.
And that is when I was told that my father had died.