The wind was strong and the rain was cold; it was early spring. I was out on the beach with my friend, Christine. It’s funny how in
When we walked inside something didn’t feel quite right. It was my sister, the machine in her room that helps her breathe wasn’t running, and so we panicked. I sprinted up the stairs and down the long, dark, hallway to her room, where her door was wide open. When I looked inside everything seemed to be fine, she was in her bed sleeping and the music was softly playing from her ipod, but the machine wasn’t on. My sister has needed the machine to help her breathe ever since she got cancer, two years ago. I walked over to my sister and told Christine to turn the machine back on while I checked to make sure she was okay. The machine wouldn’t turn on and neither would the lights, so we figured the wind had knocked out the power
The opening of the garage door woke her up like it always did. My sister looked forward to my mom coming home from work everyday, even though most of the time she didn’t talked to her. I think she just liked knowing that my mom was there and she was safe. My dad wasn’t too good at comforting her when she didn’t feel good, or she was having a bad day, he was a lawyer and so he worked late most of the time so she didn’t see him much.
Christine and I went to the kitchen to let my mom know what had happened. At first my mom freaked out and got mad at us like it was our fault that the power had been knocked out from the wind; then she calmed down and went to make sure that Steph was okay, which she was.
After the whole freakish ordeal Christine decided to try and walk home – she failed miserably. No less then five minutes later, she came back in, soaking wet. It was actually kind of funny. When we sat down on the couch we realized some things. One, this had been the worst Saturday ever, Two, my sister was getting better and three, my dad should really think about getting a generator.
