Slight anger doesn't even begin to describe the helplessness and rage I feel as a mother. On June 24th, at 6:04 p.m., a catastrophe occurred. There was a double earthquake in my country. Imagine, if one is devastating, two are doubly catastrophic; and yes, I'm being redundant.
In my home, there were only a few cracks as a result of this double earthquake, and although my family and I are fine and I feel very grateful for that, others weren't so lucky.
How is this possible? I know that nature doesn't ask permission, doesn't select, doesn't ask questions, doesn't discriminate; it simply does what it has known how to do for millions of years. I am angry, yes, very angry, because Venezuelans have suffered so many calamities for years, surviving, enduring, and for this to happen is a disappointment. I didn't suffer as many devastating losses as those who were near the earthquake, but as a mother, it hurts me that most of the deceased were children, young people, and teenagers. It breaks my heart. These are things we cannot control, but I feel angry, sad, and depressed.
How do you comfort a mother who has lost her children? How do you comfort a child who has lost their parents? How can we live like this? I don't understand. I suffer for them, I suffer for them, and this country filled with indifference pains me. Thank you for being kind enough to read my words. Let us give thanks for our loved ones and always embrace our families.
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