SYSTEM NOTICE

Auto translation by AI. Be sure, accuracy, nuances and authorial intent may not be fully reflected.
見出し画像

The night I struggled with what to move up before the flood in our semi-basement home, starting with my mother's medicine

Family structure, time, and location

A woman in her 40s living in a two-story house in a low-lying area. She lives with her elderly mother and middle-school-aged son. Her mother's medicine, insurance cards, bankbooks, family photos, floor-based storage, and old appliances are split between the first floor and a semi-basement storage room.

An evening when a torrential rain forecast was issued. The floor is not yet wet, but the water level in the gutter in front of the house is rising, and the sound of the rain is beginning to intensify.

Reconstructed story

I felt as if the sound of the rain was coming not from the windows, but from beneath the floor.

When I went down to the semi-basement storage room, the air was thick and damp. Water hadn't entered yet. However, outside the front door, the water in the gutter was higher than usual, and my smartphone kept receiving heavy rain alerts.

I stopped in front of the cardboard boxes.

My mother's medicine. Insurance cards. Bankbooks. Old photo albums. Crafts my son made when he was little. Extension cords. Storage cases on the floor. The vacuum cleaner. A small electric fan.

Everything looked important. I felt that everything would be a problem if it got wet.

Are we moving all of this up?

My son asked from the top of the stairs. His voice sounded like he was ready to help. But I couldn't answer right away. If I tried to move everything, it would take time. If I went up and down the stairs carrying heavy items, I would be delayed in returning to check on my mother. I was also afraid of remaining in the semi-basement once the rain intensified.

Upstairs, my mother was sitting with the television volume turned down.

Just keep the medicine over here.

When she said that, I was finally able to decide on the first thing.

The medicine bag, insurance card case, my mother's medical examination tickets, smartphone chargers, and family contact notes. First, things related to life and communication. When I handed them to my son, he went up the stairs without saying a word.

Next, I gathered the bankbooks, personal seals, and insurance documents together. They are usually in separate drawers. Even though they are important, the more I rush, the harder it is to remember where they are. As I put them into a small waterproof case, I realized I was moving them upstairs not so much to 'protect' them, but to 'ensure I wouldn't get confused'.

I stopped again in front of the photo albums.

If they get wet, they won't come back. My chest tightened at the thought. But the albums were heavy. There were many of them. The stairs were narrow. The rain outside was getting stronger.

Mom, let's leave these for later.

I said it myself, and I felt a little hurt by my own words. It felt heartless to put memories on the back burner.

But then I heard my mother's voice from the second floor.

"Rather than the photos, it's better that you don't fall."

Those words helped me catch my breath again.

I took only the top album from the shelf and moved the rest to a higher shelf. It wasn't perfect. I couldn't save everything. But even so, I could at least get them off the floor. It was better to draw the line here than to force myself to make multiple trips.

Next, I looked at the light appliances and floor storage. I would only move what I could carry. I wouldn't move heavy furniture. I would unplug things near outlets before they got wet. But if the water got close, I wouldn't touch them.

I wrote just three things on a piece of paper.

What to move first.

What to move if there is time.

The signal to stop.

Stop if the water reaches the entrance. Stop if it gets dark underfoot. Stop if a power outage seems imminent. If evacuation information or confirming the safety of family members becomes necessary, prioritize that over things.

My son looked at the paper and said, "Then this goes upstairs," as he picked up the charger. I nodded. My mother's medicine and documents were already upstairs. We could communicate. I could still see where I was stepping.

With just that, the fear of not being able to save everything changed its shape a little.

The rain was still heavy. There were things I left behind in the semi-basement room. But finally, I looked around from the bottom of the stairs and turned off the lights.

Deciding the order of what to protect is similar to giving something up. But I think that night, I decided the order not to give up, but so that my family wouldn't stay in a dangerous place for too long.

What was organized in the main article

In semi-basements, low-lying areas, and low-level rooms on the first floor, it is important to decide what to move upstairs before the rain intensifies. The main article prioritizes life, communication, medicine, and important documents, moves on to light appliances and floor storage next, advises against overexerting yourself with heavy items or sentimental belongings, and organizes the idea of using water levels, darkness, power outage concerns, and evacuation information as signals to stop work.

Specific judgment lines and preparation methods are organized in the Living Defense main article.

https://living-defense.com/concentrated-heavy-rain-lowland-basement-move-things-upstairs/?utm_source=note&utm_medium=social_story&utm_campaign=living_defense_distribution

About this story

This article is a reconstructed fiction based on publicly available disaster reports, municipal documents, records from support organizations, and daily life issues seen on social media, combining multiple elements.

The characters, family structure, time, dialogue, and location details are fictional. This is not a reproduction of any specific individual's experience.

For disaster prevention decisions, always check official information such as that from local governments, the Japan Meteorological Agency, evacuation notices, and hazard maps.

Handling of referenced information

This story is not a direct dramatization of any specific post or one person's experience. It has been reconstructed as a scenario that could occur in any household by combining life impacts verifiable as public information during disasters, disaster prevention information from local governments and public institutions, and common difficulties shared at support sites.

いいなと思ったら応援しよう!

この記事が参加している募集