
Coolers, jugs, gallons, bowls holding water. Photo credit: Isabel Wong.
I am waiting for Douglas. I am waiting for a hurricane.
A few days ago, around the time COVID-19 cases began spiking in the islands, news of a hurricane surfaced. As the storm barrelled across the Pacific Ocean, my family began preparations, bringing home cans of Spam and beans and scraping leaves out of gutters.
This morning, I woke to the sound of my father locking windows. In the kitchen, my mother rinsed old containers with watered-down bleach, instructing me to download a hurricane emergency guide onto my phone.








