Personal Narrative-The Roar

I awoke to it again.

Fortunately it happened in the morning rather than some god-forsaken hour in the middle of the night, nonetheless it’s an unfavorable way to wake up. It’s a unique sound; an intense grumbling that is longer than yet just as loud as thunder. People here don’t complain, accepting it as the norm due to the frequency of occurrences. People actually want to witness it happen, study it, they say for the future of humanity – people with a death wish. There is no official name for it. People like to call it “The Roar” because of its sound, but that is because they do not know. It’s been several generations since it happened. Only a few percent of the population knows the truth. To the rest it, is has been long forgotten, a piece

Several labor unions have asked for chunks of the land to be removed and moved to a lower altitude where the air is easily breathable and where they can work efficiently without having to take frequent breaks to catch their breath. I was so deep in thought about the issue I found myself standing before my mother’s nursing home which is adjacent to the Council building. Protesters have organized themselves in front of it, asking for the altitude change. I haven’t kept up with the issue but if I remember, council leaders are unsure of whether they want to use the amount of resources needed to remove the land. Never really found myself a fan of politics, but if the outcome results in something regarding the building and dismantling of something, then as a civil engineer I should jump on it.

Upon entering the nursing home it, I noticed I was already late to the festivities. My mother was known by almost everyone in the town and as a result almost everyone was here. I removed my mask and took a deep breath. With her mask her in hand, I went to look for her. I addressed the residents of the home who greeted me, remembering my previous visits. I found her where I usually would, in the room where kids would wait while their parents were caring for their loved ones