Thrity-four

The rainy season has made my husband grumpy. A series of events had made him leave the house at irregular times for long periods. The overflow of the river lost cattle, fallen fences and the drowned crop has made it hell for the workers. They are tired of fighting mother nature. This season they expect a more forgiving mother nature but that’s one of the many repercussions.

The power has gone out for the third time tonight so instead of secluding ourselves inside our bedrooms Carla and I have taken camp in the living room. Candles and gas lamps fill the room with soft light, are pretty cozy with the fireplace on and weighted blankets keeping us warm while outside rainfall heavily.

“Do you think they will be safe out there?” Andreas has been away for far too long, a glimpse of him since yesterday is all I got.

“He’s going to come home soon.” Her tone no longer reassures me that he will. She’s worried too.

Home. After so long I’ve begun to think like it, t