The night of the earthquake I was at my boyfriend´s grandparent´s house in Valdivia. When it started I thought that there was a truck passing by the house, but then it kept trembling so I got up as soon as I could and I realized that the only thing it could be was an earthquake. My first thought was "lucky me, I´m in Valdivia and the 1960´s earthquake was right in here" .It was such a terrible moment because I thought my life was going to end. It´s funny because you always hear that "at the end" you realize how much you love your family and the people who are always with you; and it´s true. In those minutes I felt so sad because I wasn´t going to be able to say bye to my family. And I was also worried because pretty much all my dad´s relatives live in Chillán and we couldn´t get to talk to them easily. But anyways, thank god my whole family was fine and no one got hurt. And even if it sounds a little bit selfish I´m very grateful the earthquake wasn´t before because my family and I had just come back from Pelluhue five days before. I´m pretty sure if we would had been in there the story would had been a different one.
And as many Chileans did after the earthquake I helped with money and food. I have to say though that my younger sister did a better job than mine because she helped as a volunteer at the Hogar de Cristo.
This earthquake made me think that we have to enjoy every moment we have with the people we love because you never know how much time left you have in this world. So now, when I´m talking on the phone with my family or when I´m with my boyfriend and we argue, I like to resolve it right there than going to sleep mad at them.
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