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  • Although this happened when I was just a wee thing, I sometimes think about how it changed my life, or perhaps form it. Before moving to America, my family was struck by a horrible disaster.
    This happened in Tadjikistan, spring 1990. My father was playing chess with cousin in the kitchen, mother was out running errands, and us kids, we were doing whatever (well I was on the toilet, me being a wee one.) The water started to rise on the streets and panic was released. We lived in a valley, and snow water would hit us hard, but this time it was different. My dad helped us crawl through the windows and onto the roof. I remember seeing pretty much a mud river where our usual neighborhood streets were. We jumped roofs until we got to safety to a ladies house that lived way above us.
    When my mother tells the story, she has more emotion to it. When the water rised, she also started jumping roofs to get to our house. When she got there, the house was already full of water, and she thought she lost all of us. She sat there on the roof until my father went down to look for her. I remember when he brought her back, how hard she cried when she saw us.
    Makes me appreciate what I have today and how I now live in a country where people are taken care of after disasters.
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