Learningon

“It’s just a baby needing a liver, take him!” she said.

“He is a baby needing a liver, thank you,” he whispered.

He, dirty and tattooed treasured that baby like his last breath of life.

I’m proud of him, proud of him.

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Rain streams down the window, same as my tears.

But wetter my face than the window.

Thoughts of anger and sadness are as black as the clouds.

Muddy and wet is my conscience.

My heart is trying to get warm from the icy wind.

This is not a regular storm, for it is in my heart.

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I was making cookies the other day. I had five left to bake, so I put them in the oven and set the timer. My mom decided that she needed to clean the top of the oven while it was hot, she got her rag out and wiped every thing down. When the timer beeped, I opened the oven to see dark brown smoking cookies! My mom had accidentally turned it up to 500 degrees while she was washing the oven!

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 If you have not read Part 1 and Part 2, you need to before reading this.

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As Hailke’s family huddled in the cellar, many thoughts swam through Hailke’s mind.  “What would happen to his family?” “Had the tornado hit yet?” It seemed like hours until Pa opened the heavy door. Still huddled in the corner, everybody watched as Pa trudged up the steps. What would he see? Pa’s sigh sounded like an icy wind. They all knew that life would begin again. They couldn’t ignore, forget, or shun it, so they slowly made their way up the stairs. When they saw the ruin, Ma stared crying. “What’s wrong mommy?” asked Reenade. There was no answer. Everybody was too stunned. “What was the surprise?” asked Hailke. Everybody turned to look at him as Pa put his hand on his shoulder. “Next year son, next year.”

To be continued…

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