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The more time passed the more worried me and my wife got. She was taking care of our daughter while I was doing nothing. It made me mad not to be able to do anything to improve the situation. I was walking back and forth trying to find a solution. I went to check downstairs but it was completely flooded. The water level was at least waist high. To enter our house to you had to climb a set of stairs so I assumed it was even deeper outside and to go out there would be suicide. I went back upstairs. My daughter’s fever was only getting worse. Clearly the medicine we had didn't help. I started getting restless. There had to be something I could do to help her. This inability to help my daughter…. I felt like in that dream. I remembered that moment again... Why can't I just forget it?! Every other dream that I have, whether it is pleasant ones or gruesome ones like this one. I always forget them. But why? Why is this one still in my head?

I tried to find a logical explanation for it. I thought it was because I was in this stupid situation. This stupid flooding is at fault. Why couldn't it also be just a dream?

More time passed. There was still no sign of rescue or even more information on what was going on. My family was getting tired. My daughter’s condition was still getting worse. But then we heard it.

"Hello are there any survivors?"

Those voices were rescuers. They made me so happy. Finally we're getting out of this hellhole.

"Yes we are over here!" - my wife shouted.

"Okay keep calm we will try to rescue you" - they responded

I carried my daughter to the lifeguard boat and then helped my wife get across to it. We told the lifeguards that our daughter had a really high fever so they took us to hospital. There were a lot of other injured survivors so we had to wait in the waiting room for a doctor to examine our daughter. Somehow all of this seemed familiar...

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