At first, we thought the
black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire
and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend
the money. Our first choice was to buy a house big enough for all of us to at
least have our own room. Three people to one room, and there’s only two
bedrooms in our small house. None of us were allowed to sleep in the living
room, so there’s hardly ever a moment of privacy. The one bathroom we have is
the only safe haven, and being alone in there is even a challenge.
The
second choice was to buy a boat, but my mother vetoed it due to my baby
brother’s fear of water. Before any of us listed anything else, we agreed that
the house would be our top priority after we received the money.
My
father called the environmental authority to notify them that the black liquid
was pouring from a hole in the ground, and the person replied that they will
send a surveyor along with a field tester out to ensure that it is oil leaking
from the ground. When they arrived, my father walked out to greet them while us
children and my mother peeked from the window. Our little noses grazed the
dusty window sill. The men and my father disappeared around the back of the
house.
After
nearly twenty minutes, the men drove off in their big, white truck while my
father trudged into the house.
My
mother stared at him as he took off his hat and placed it on the hook by the
door. He finally smiled at us,
“Two
weeks and we’ll be sure that is oil. They’re nearly positive that it is, but
they want to be sure before making us millionaires.”
We
all began to scream, and my little sister was running around like a chicken
with her head cut off. Us children did not even get in trouble because of this
extraordinary event. My mother was shedding tears of joy. We have been poor all
of our lives, but this was going to change everything. In at least two weeks,
our lives would be so different than it is now.