"PAPI! PAPI! PAPI!" I wake up to the sound of windows banging and my sister screaming for my dad. "Allons y! Allons y!", she tells me. Let's go! I follow her; after living through the biggest earthquake in Haitian history and at least 20 aftershocks, she knows what to do. By the time I make it out of the room (she is already downstairs), it's all over. I'm already getting alerts from the Washington Post: "6.0 magnitude quake hits Haiti, shaking buildings and sending people into streets."
If the major quake was twenty two times worse than this, I can only begin to imagine how absolutely terrifying it must've been.