I was quietly looking out over the land of Marawi. The air was fresh, so different from the first time I arrived here, when it reeked of smoke, fires, and explosions. Now, everything was calm. No gunshots, no shouting or crying. All of that had been replaced by laughter and birds singing.
Today was the day we were finally leaving Marawi. All of us, nurses, doctors, and volunteers, we were heading back to our hometowns and hospitals.
I heard that Mom's blood pressure had gone up. Dad was supposed to come here, but I told him over the phone not to bother. I was already doing well, he should just stay and look after Mom. My sister Talia was still in delicate condition and apparently had no idea what happened to me. They only told her the full story once they confirmed I was safe.
