DUST STORM
...ama. “He’s going to get worse, with the crazy dust storms. I don’t want to lose my baby.” “Lets go to bed honey,” Papa sighed The next morning everyone woke by the roaring dust. Outside the dust flew though the air thrashing the fields of crops. Erin could not even imagine what was going on outside. The way the wicked dust sounded the family though the world was gone. “Our house is probably a wreck right now and our crops, gone forever,” Papa said. Everyone was scared to death. A few days later, while eating dinner, the door to the underground house opened. The dust came crashing in. Mama put wet, damp towels over her children’s faces. Papa was struggling to push the door closed. Erin, Caitlin, and Marissa all huddled together in a corner. Baby Samuel was screaming as the dust hit him. Papa finally got the door closed. Their food was spoiled and everyone was coughing. The next three weeks had gone by and the dust was slowly cooling down. Samuel had gotten even sicker. Papa went to check outside when he heard that the dust was barely blowing. “Be careful out there Papa,” Marissa said while hugging him. Papa was out and the dust was still blowing, but not as hard as before. He had gone to his house, surprisingly seeing that it was still standing. The windows were covered in dust and the porch, nowhere to be seen. Then the dust started blowing and Papa headed back. By the time Papa cam back everyone was sleeping. Mama, Papa, Marissa, Caitlin, and Erin woke up the next day around 8:30. Mama went to wake Samuel up. At the moment he wouldn’t wake up. Mama shook him but still he didn’t wake up. Mama screamed on the top of her lungs. “Why my baby, why not me,” sobbed Mama. Papa and the kids came rushing in. To their sadly surprise Samuel had died from pneumonia. They lost their beautiful baby. Everyone bursted in...