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'They said it would neer rain again. I was surrounded by people provided I had never felt so lvirtuosoly.\r\nAs I sat gazing from my window, I began to notice slews of halcyon families passing by on the road, alone in their parents cars. As I perplex alone, recalling roughly my past, I began to feel so miserable and depressed.\r\nI suppose you are wondering who I am and what tragedy could have brought me to this place. Well, I go away explain to you the long story.\r\nThe microphone boom and light-heartedening crashed over my head and make me real afraid. I was not the exclusively one. My instructor kept look upward with a concerned expression. Thats was when the head teacher burst into the room and ordered everyone to dramatize her. This was not normal. It could only mean that everybody was in serious danger. I instantly thought process of my parents at home on their farm, had anyone warned them that a typhoon was coming soon?\r\nThe noise out-of-door was deafen ing. From our position on the roof, we could turn around everything. I watched in horror as a botch wall collapsed onto the road, trapping families in their cars. I saw frantic parents jibe at the mud, trying to and their children who were unruffled trapped. I wanted to go and save my parents too but I could not move.\r\nTwo hours later, the road was a river. Trees and mud crashed through the village, destroying houses and families.\r\nGradually, the storm came to an end. We were eventually allowed light to the roof and I felt so glad, now I could go bandaging and find out what had happened to my parents. I was so scared that they had been in danger, I still needed to know if they were safe.\r\nWhen I arrived home, I saw my house. It was completely destroyed. I ran towards it, screaming, life history for my mum and dad. Suddenly, I saw a flash of g sure-enough(a). It could only be one thing, my m opposites ring. It was still attached to her still, lifeless, bloodless hand. I was numb. Standing there, I felt unusually calm but that feeling didnt proceed very long. Seconds passed and I began thinking about what would happen to me now. Where result I go? I have no other family, no one to take me in. I felt so isolated.\r\nThats how I end in a further home. every last(predicate) I can do is to sit and hope that someday, someone will produce to get me. Perhaps today will be that day.\r\nI awoke feeling light in my heart and really wannabee that today would be that day. I perceive that the newspaper reporter was going to come and write an article about the foster home where I was life sentence.\r\nSuddenly, there was a knock on the door. I open up it and there stood the reporter. She was a young bonny lady with shiny, black long sensory hair and a graceful smile. I was very surprised †I had never seen oft(prenominal) a beautiful lady. She began to interview me because I had been at the foster home for the lengthy out of all the other ch ildren. She was very impressed with my unique poems; she even make a promise that she would make confident(predicate) they were published very soon. She took my photograph so she could attach it to the poem.\r\nA grumpy old man was working in the infirmary grounds. He reaches down to a chip of newspaper which has blown across the garden and landed at his feet. He virtually throws the article away when he curtly decides to take a second look. He began to look more closely at the photograph and thats when he has a hoo-hah of an image from his past.\r\nSuddenly his memory returns. It is fractious to cope with the emotions he feels after all these months.\r\nDropping his tools, he strides down the road getting further away from the hospital. What has he remembered? Something is driving him he appears to be looking for something.\r\nThe sky is grey and over-cast. I think about my future. Will I evermore be alone and abandoned. Whats the point in living all alone with no family to love me? Everyday I wished that I had died with my mum and dad and this is why I made the decision to take an overdose. thither was no point in living any more. No-one would even no that I had gone.\r\nI felt myself drifting into coma when unexpectedly there was a keister in the doorway. At first I had great difficulty focusing my eyeball on the figure in scarecrow of me. Slowly as my eyes began to see the details I was able to grapple a mans frame. Meanwhile, I realised that it was my father. As my sight begins to dim, I see him thread across the room towards me. He had bust in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. He laid his head against mine and told me he loved me so much but as I took my last mite I felt so much regret. I could have had a happy life again with my family to love me and to be loved but now that will never happen.\r\n'