I have two fears in my life. Apocalypse, and burglary.
Living in my current place for the past 20 years, I had never imagined there would be a day when I would come home to find my house's door forced open without anyone around.
Never. It still feels so unreal even though if it had been close to 24 hours since the incident occurred.
I used to get nightmares about people attempting to break into my house. Numerous of times. I always wake up with heavy breathing and a racing heart. I get really paranoid at night at the sound of any slight movement.
I won't write about how it happened. I'm just thankful, as with just mere difference in time, I could have potentially been kidnapped - or that, of course, we could have been able to scare the burglars away. We didn't lose very valuable and important items, fortunately. But one thing that would be hard to gain back, is our sense of security in this neighbourhood. It saddens me really, how we have to be so cautious and so suspicious of every single car, every single motorcycle that passes by, every single person that knocks onto our door.
