At first, I was very sure that no matter what, my house would not be affected by the flood. Although, my family was already alarmed about the flood, luckily my mom works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, also known as the MFA. A friend of my mom called her, saying that the Ministry has brought about 200 sandbags. As a result they brought more than what they needed; they decide to give the leftover sandbags to the workers in the Ministry. We got 40 sandbags; we lined them up in front of my house. It was a relief that at least we were ready. A few days later, I started seeing some water on the opposite Soi, but it was only a little bit so I wasn’t frightened or anything. After a few days, some of the villagers were meeting at the pak soi. I was wondering if they were talking about but I didn’t really paid attention to them. The next morning, I woke up and rode by bike to the pak soi as my dad told me to. Everything seems to be as usual, except for the 50 sandbags lining there like a fort. The water started to increase to knee height, as well as the sandbags increased too.
Things weren’t normal anymore our family started to run out of food, and it was the men’s duty to take care of his duty in this case it’s nobody else but my dad and me. We were walking with huge tall boots to the market which was next to our village, it looked like a scene from a movie, it was so boisterous at the market place and only a few shops were opened. Pieces of pork and chickens went up, I guess it’s due to the supply and demand and I was so impress because it was the first time I have saw it in real life after being taught about it. Things were getting worse, the water didn’t run very well, consequently we had to fill out a giant bucket with water for storing it for late use. Everything seems to get worse later on that week. It was Loy Kratong festival with I wanted to attend no matter what. I begged my day to make me a Kratong, it worked. My dad went to cut a part of the banana tree for me and my mom to decorate it with leafs and flowers. It was a Thai tradition to put money in the Kratong, we but 3 coins of 5 Baht and my grandmother put 5 coins of 1 Baht. We marched out to the flooded Pak soi, by the time the water was about my chest height and every single Moo Ban was attacked by the water, all except for ours it felt like we were the only survivors or something thanks to out collaboration. The Kranton didn’t manage to balance so it sank down a feel centimeters away from the shore (sandbags). That was the fun part during the flood.
3 weeks without school was really fun at first, but later I realized that I miss my teachers and friends. It wouldn’t have been any troubles if my internet wasn’t cut off, I would have been able to catch up with the school work. Would you believe in? I was living part of Pathum Thani and about 95 percent of the province was flooded you expect the Internet company to still have internet around that area? Guess what? They decided to close the signals of internet around that province. I wasn’t able to do any school work, but yep I knew that the school would have open around the 9th. I decided to miss school and see how many people would have gone to school. In the afternoon we received a school call, they asked if this was Thanitthi’s parent and asked if weather we were affected by the flood. My mother talked for a few minutes and asked “how many people is absence in Anwa’s homeroom?”. “1” the administrator replied “only him”. I was so surprised that I was the only person affected by the flood. After hanging up the phone, my dad came up with a spontaneous idea, he told me to pack up and get ready to head for my grandmother’s house. Again, it felt like a scene from a movie, the headquarters are telling you to report back to duty, immediately. I impetuously threw my cloth in to my travelling bag and packet all my books into my school bag. My dad called a friend who had a “Pickup truck” to meet him at the highway.
We headed to the Pak soi, hardly walked to the market and wait for some sort of military boats to arrive. It wasn’t so long until a big gray boat came towards me, we hopped in a hurry, in only took about 10 minutes for the boats to be loaded with passengers. We were going out to the main street, where the solider could still pass through. This wasn’t my first time to get in to a journey like this one, perhaps it’s my 5th time. We arrived at the highway and continued with my father’s friend car. We drove towards my grandmother’s house with wasn’t too far from RIS. I was trying to conform to the situation and focus on studying well at school. I ust hoped that, the situation would get better soon.