It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page द्वारा page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my कमीज, शर्ट which was red as my own dear mother's चेरी sweet lips. I zipped up my स्कर्ट it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt road to school, when the wind which was now faster and stronger knocked me down. I scraped my knee the open sore burned like आग या a hot summer day. I just got right up and went my way on the rocky hard trail to school. When I opened the front door of the school, it creaked as loud as the school bell. My best friend had a purple dress pretty as flowers, and her wavy blonde hair glowed like the sun. The chalkboard screcked like an owl, then my cold right hand covered my warm beating दिल while I कहा the pledge. Lunch was harsh as the cold air, at recess my arm had a huge wide cut, my red blood ent on the winter white snow. When we did grammer it was long as time itself, but my friend told me some answers, she's a walkind dictionary. When I went on my way घर that calm snowy day, I knew what was coming and it was coming very soon.My mother's hair blew back and forth when the wind came our way, so I took my sister inside the केबिन as fast as a cheetah. While we were inside my papa and mother went out to go get खाना for our famished mouths. In the late night still no return of my beautiful mother, and my strong father. The wind was racing as it pasted though the night, and still no return my own very dear parents. So I took my little sister sweet as roses, into the cellar where there was very little berries to eat then I told her stories I read in the past. When the morning sun rise like the rolls my family eats on holidays, my sister and I went into the केबिन were our father was laying down on the rug and our mother was crying. I told my sister to go up stairs, I knew what happened my father passed like the storm, so I nodded my head and went up stairs. I told my sister that father wanted to go asleep at sea forever, he lived a great life so don't ever talk about him now. We put him in the sea deep as his heart. Years after my father's death my sister got very sick and we didn't have any money to help cure her, so we buried her in our back yard. My mother was ran over द्वारा horses, when left of her is sicking. that left me alone for a little bit, until I married the kind boy on the outside of town. Before he went to war, I had a child on the way. The mail came two months after he left, it was bad he passed like the other. That wasn't all the bad news, the child died at birth and I never got to see my own child's face once. This is my story, this is the story of my loved ones.
