This morning, I left my preteen daughters home alone and texted their dad to check on them until I get back later in the afternoon.
After about 40 minutes of him not responding, I rushed back home. As I pulled up, I saw my neighbors standing around my house with buckets and mops. Confused, I walked closer to my house only to find water running out my front door.
I get inside, trudging through the ankle length river in my dining room and discover my daughters trying to get the water out.
A neighbor explained that one of them had accidentally broken a pipe and flooded the entire house. They’d called for help, and thankfully, the plumber had already stopped the water.
It’s dark right now and my neighbors are still all here, helping wring water out of our belongings.