Lucas screamed out of joy as he swam in ocean with his dad. They were on a family vacation in Indonesia; they knew nothing so beautiful. The sun was setting, and the winter was surprisingly gorgeous. They had been there three days and were already calling it home.

    On their walk back to the cottage, they talked to the pleasant Indonesian people and the tourists, a grin on all of their faces. Tom embraced his nearly golden wife, Ann. “And hello to you, small fries,” Tom said in a voice meant only for his one-year-old twins.

    The family of five were all doing their own activities when they heard shrieking. The family looked up simultaneously and saw trees being knocked to the ground and buildings being crushed to the ground in front of them. The wave coming closer to them was easily over thirty feet tall. It was swollen and vicious, wreaking havoc on everything in sight. The boys were together in the sand; their mother was in the kitchen, watching them while they watched the wave. A look of terror appeared across her face, she knew she was powerless in this moment.