A little more than a year ago, the first "mall" in my slowly-growing city of Surigao opened it's doors. Ever so curious, my younger sister and I decided to check out the opening. As expected of Surigaonons, it looked like more than half of the city's population decided to check it out as well. Oblivious to necessity, we didn't tell anyone that we're going there.
At first sight, it was spacious and I'm pretty sure many people were in awe at it's sheer size compared to the other infrastructures in the city. My sister and I were happily surprised when we found huge stacks of books on sale at the second floor. After digging through a bunch of barely-interesting books, we both found a couple that we liked...that is, until the earthquake shook the entire building.
Researching it afterwards, I found that it wasn't that strong but for some reason being inside a new building while it was happening wasn't good. The entire floor swayed and the glass on the ceiling broke off. People were screaming and hiding under the tables. I could hear murmurs of prayers and profanities, it was all a little surprising for me. When the building stopped swaying, everyone rushed to the exits, pretty much everyone looked shaken and scared.
People gathered outside the building, as medics and police started to arrive. Children were reunited with their parents who were separated during the shuffle. Up to this day, my sister and I still feel a bit bummed that we didn't get to buy those books we had on our hands.
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