Chapter 12: Pray for us sinners (part 3)

"We were wondering if morning would ever come, if help would ever come,"

-Takako Suzuki

. . .

It was two nights later when the storm has passed and the adults have deemed it safe to finally return to the village.

And as we made our way down from the mountain that had become our safe haven for a very short period of time, I know that all of us are still mourning on the way not only for the loss of our home, but because all of us had been so sure that some of our friends and the people that we have come to consider as a sort of extended family have either been washed out to sea or have drowned...

Oh, if only that was what just happened.

...If only they were that lucky.

As I walked closer to my Grandpa while we were slowly making our way to where our home would have been last standing if it weren't for that catastrophic wave, the smell suddenly struck us all at once, almost out of nowhere.