The tremors have been getting worse.
We're squatting in a new house, hopefully it's more stable than the last one, but it's icky down here... standing water, rats, and black mold everywhere. We knew staying in Ilima was going to be tough, but the tremors are making things worse.
The last place, the concrete just cracked, almost caved in on little Jay. This place is wood, maybe it'll hold up better, we'll see.
I pray each night that me and the kids will be safe.
Why does living have to be so hard?