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September 4, 2019
It's early September. Manila is just now recovering from that godawful summer. At home, my dad is still wary of the water supply. My sister's on edge each morning, lifting the water receptacles' covers, checking that they're full. My mother keeps turning the faucet on and off. We're a family of compulsives. I myself keep checking my toilet bowl's tank, listening for the refill sound after each flush. Whenever I hear someone use my bathroom I stop whatever I'm doing to make sure the tank's refilling. I even wake up from deep sleep. Our house is going to explode someday.