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Out in the backyard, the sky drew dark. The wind reared up. We knew the tornado was coming. We grabbed the dogs and ran instead to establish our “hiding place.” My sister and I were in a linen closet with pillows, blankets and the dogs. My dad was in the bedroom, mom was in the kitchen on her knees weeding through her tupperware in the cabinet. I saw the tornado coming through the window. The door to the closet was open. I yelled at mom, telling her to get in, that it was coming. It didn’t register with her. At the last split second, my sister and I grabbed each other and the dogs and curled up into a ball. Although my head was down, I could see as the monster grabbed my mom and tore her away from her position in the kitchen. A horrible nightmarish vision. Once it was all over…the ceiling was falling like dust yet was partially intact. The tornado has skidded right next to the house without actually ripping through it. My sister and I ran to the bedroom to my father. He was dressing to go out without a care in the world that my mother had just been victim to the monster that had rampaged our home. We screamed at him but it was no use…he just walked out to his “appointment.”

Then I rolled over. What a relief to realize everyone was safe and sound and the horror I had witnessed was really just a nightmare. Curling up in bed, I tried to get back to sleep.

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