I dug into the chicken coop, beginning to scatter the hay as if I was on a hunt for gold, I …show more content…
I woke that morning to everyone gone dealing their daily burdens. I approached the long faucet in the back of the house preparing my face for the burst of cold water, but nothing was happening. I hovered over the parched drain thinking it just needed time, however the sun was pounding too hard on my braided scalp. I raced to the kitchen sink nearly stepping on a chicken that had wondered into the house and dealt with the same outcomes. This was something I never thought would happen, but the people were accustomed to it. The outage lasted three days, but felt eternal. I spent those days watching drained women lug pots of water they had just fished from the river over their heads. For the rest of our trip I was so grateful to just have cloudy salt