It's been 6 years since the flood and everything has remained the same. No one cared to raise a structure, most of the residents who lived in the village traveled to nearby towns, among the immigrants was Elizabeth, an old woman who had lost everything including her home and farmland. Life in the city became too unbearable and they considered going back home, to the desolate land to begin life from the scratch.
"What if a flood occurs again?" One of the immigrant asked,
"It's been six year and no flood has occurred, even if it does, we should make preparations for it" another answered.
"I don't want to die in a strange land where I'll have no place to be buried" Elizabeth said to one of the young men who was traveling with them. He nodded and assured her they'll all return home and build the home they've lost.
Elizabeth covered herself with a veil, she looked around the desolated land. This was a place that was once lively, children playing around, women sieving grains, and young ladies going to and returning from the stream, now quiet and calm with sands and dry trees. Her countenance changed, filled with sorrow. She was now aged with wrinkles on her face. She gazes at the empty space and reminisces about the old days.
"This is not the Odara I used to know" she said walking around the deserted land. On the other side of the field were men gathering woods and material to raise shelters.
But there was hope that the long forgotten Odara would be rebuilt, even though not as big as it was but that their children would grow up in the land where they were born. The thought of it gave Elizabeth hope and made her smile again.