Mar 08
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The Hurricane

We all sit on the cold floor huddled together. My sister is crying in my arms, I want to tell her it will be okay, but I don't even know if it will. Our silence forces us to listen to the vicious wind up above tearing apart all we have ever known.

"How much longer do we have to stay down here?" asked my little brother, breaking the silence.

"Once we get a signal it's okay to come out." my father responded.

We all take a deep breath and look into eachothers eyes.

"I love you guys very much! We just have to stay together, that's all. Stay positive!" my mom said with a smile.

She always knows how to stay positive. But the smile she flashed at us didn't look convincing. Her cheeks started twitching and her smile quickly faded. She's trying to stay strong, but I can tell she's breaking down. My dad sees it too, he brings her in for a hug and doesn't let go. He kisses her forehead while she nuzzles into his chest. My siblings and I are still huddled together. We bring it in for a hug also. We stay like that for awhile. Until a loud crashing sound broke us up...

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