Posted by: DIYwriting | June 30, 2021

Fast Approaching Storms

The storms were fast approaching and I knew it wasn’t going to go well.  But I couldn’t be sure if it was going to surround our house or not.  My main problem was whether or not I wanted to be involved.  I loved my family, but being stuck with them for a potentially violent night was not my cup of tea. 

But I knew my brother needed me to be here.  He couldn’t be left alone if my grandmother came over in a rage.  He would get the brunt of her rage even though he was the youngest.  Caleb and I never knew why she would get so angry during storms and we were never asked.  At ten and eighteen, we knew exactly what to do and where to go so we would be mostly out of the range of wrath.  She lived in the mother-in-law cottage on the edge of our farm and could easily hike the short path to our house when storms were rolling in.  When the weather got out of control, she took it as an excuse to get out of control as well. 

By now, I knew something must have happened to her during a storm to make her act like she did, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what it was. Until the day my father left his desk unlocked and I found the newspaper article.  It was the first time I ever found out my grandma was a twin. 


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