It was a year before yesterday that our house was broken into and some of our valuables were stolen. And it might just be the first time I'm writing about it.
So the bulk of the items taken were mine -- a couple laptops, a digital camera, a few thousand pesos, and a cellphone. Those were just mine.
But it wasn't the act of losing those stuff that affected me. It was the idea that strangers entered our house without us knowing. We were all sleeping and our doors were unlocked! Thank God we were all safe and it was more than a blessing that none of us woke up or the situation could have gotten worse. But I would be lying that for a week weeks/months I was scared to go out, scared to come home early in the morning, scared as I sleep. I was slightly traumatized but things are better no.
We've lived in the house for more than 30 years now and this has never happened. We live right next to the guard house of the subdivision gate and for a second we blamed their lack of security or their negligence. But it was more of a wake up call that we have to be more alert and actively secure our place whenever we sleep or go out.
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