Happy "Earthquake" to you!

That night was very strange.

I was on vacations with my best friend, near to the beach. We were sleeping when the earthquake began.

I wasn't scared, but I already thought about my parents.
My mother, specially.

She is a very nervous person, and I know that her first reaction would been worring about me.

I tried to talk with my parents a couple hours, until the morning. We take contact in the afternoon.

That day I had to return to my house, in Santiago. Everything inside the kitchen was broken, but the apartment was without serious damage.

When I got to my home, I remembered something: that day was Alejandra's birthday, the sister of my best friend. Well, she didn't have her best birthday party, but she had a bithday to remember for the rest of her life.

The next days, at monday, all was in completely disorder. My father just go back to his work, my mother didn't know what to do, my brother was in a lot of voluntary campains and I wasn't even knew when i had to go to my first class in the University.

That week, with some friends, I was participating in some benefical acts, and working whith voluntaries in different places of Santiago.

I think that was a very nice experience.

The earthquake and all the effects of it, are still present between us.

We don't have to forget it.