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While everyone was busy with the 40th day activity (after Typhoon Sendong), Daylyn was in their make-shift house taking care of her husband's siblings.

She was one of many, who's home was totally wiped out when the floodwaters overcame their abode situated at the banks of Bayug delta.

In my personal opinion, these were probably one of those families who squatted near the river banks and when disaster came, they weren't listed as "official" victims. But squatter or not, they too are humans that need immediate and proper assistance.

Love is overrated... but having a cup of coffee with friends is a thing of joy.

"It’s high noon, exactly 11:40am on my camera’s clock. The landscape, by the bank of the Mandulog River in what Iliganons call as Bayug Island, is like a desert, with no traces at all that people lived there in houses. Yet amidst the vast cracked patch of earth, a lone man is walking back and forth, every now and then stooping down to peep under a pile of debris. Can’t help but ask him why he’s there. “I’m looking for my 3 youngest siblings, the youngest just a few months old,” replies Rosito Sakin, the eldest in the brood of 8. This is the vicinity of what used to be his family’s house. When their house was swept by the rampaging floodwaters of Sendong, he was lucky enough to hold on to a fallen “palwa sa lubi” (base of the coconut frond) that brought him all the way to the seashore, over a kilometer away. It’s been almost 3 weeks since the flood, but every now and then he comes back to this spot, hoping to find the 3 little ones who disappeared." - Bobby Timonera

Photojournalist Bob T. walking across a downed coconut tree in one of the hardest hit area of the typhoon, Sendong.

What's left of a home when mud, water, and lumber all came crashing down in a trifecta of madness.

Taken at Bayug Delta a few weeks after the devastation.