Hello, lovely Hivers!
Due to the calamity we are still facing, we often rush to get the things we need whenever someone offers them to us. Our relatives also know someone who immigrated to our area and offered us this thing, which we also call "trapal". In making tents, these are essential for roofs and other structures. So every time someone gives some of our needs, it is truly appreciated.
It was long , but I'm not sure how many meters it was. The only sure thing is, it was divided among all the households here. However, the cutting lines weren't followed because many motorcycles passed by since it was done on the road.
While the people outside were doing the task, my cousin approached me because she said we were going to cook fries. And since I haven't eaten fries in a long time , my excitement overflowed. The last time I had fries was at school , a few months ago. But I was a bit disappointed because there wasn't enough cheese. Cheese is still the main reason why I wanted it at that moment , HUHU. And since they had bought one pack of fries for 140 pesos while the cheese cost 40 pesos, we could control how much cheese we put in—and no one could stop us, haha, just kidding.
So here it is, my cousin started cooking, and it was really satisfying because we were in charge of how many to cook – super worth it.
Not only that, my sister also experimented with a different recipe. She put raw fries and cheese inside the wrapper to cook. I didn't know what it tasted like because I preferred the natural fries 😅 .
When the rest of the fries were cooked , I was the one who tasted them first HAHA. I was so glad that no one complained. Soon after, they also started eating.
There's more!
Another batch of relief goods was given to us and our neighbors, and we are also happy with the generosity of people just to provide for our needs. But, it's still sad that the tremors haven't stopped. Like, seriously, we still feel them. The earthquakes keep coming back and forth, and every time we feel one , I can't stop myself from shivering. It feels like every time it happens, the trauma hits all over again.