Middle (Rising Action):
(I’m making lunch)-I’m starting to make our delicious lunch, and my son Grover asks me excitedly “What are you serving up today ma?”. I reply happily “Chicken with mashed potatoes with hopefully non-dusty gravy, lightly salted peppers and hopefully again,no bulky milk.”
“That sounds great! I hope our lunch will be healthy and in tip-top shape.” Grover responded in a hopeful tone.
“I can’t promise you sweetie, but I hope our lunch will be better.”
I think to myself I really hope this dust storm passes so we can have a healthy meal for once.I really really hope that no one on our family gets sick.That would be terrible.I mean this dust storm has done enough damage, and the worst thing that could happen is someone
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MYRTLE PLEASE NO! DON’T LEAVE US! NOT NOW! PLEASE MYRTLE! MEP MO PLEASE I LOVE YOU! Please...Don’t go...” I shook her, she wouldn’t move. She’s dead. I don’t know what to do. I just hugged her quiet,still,calm,peaceful dead body and cried. I have never cried this much. I lost a big chunk of my heart. That chunk of my heart got swept away by the dust. The house was quiet. We were all hugging Myrtle. 2 minutes has passed by I thought she would come back. She didn’t. I don’t even know what to do. All I can do if hug and cry.
“Momma?” Bertha asked softly.
“Yes sweetie?” I replied wiping my tears away.
“What are we going to do?” She asked softly
“I don’t even know what to do sweetie. All we can do is hug her and cry.The conversation ended. 5 minutes has passed by she’s not coming back… I lost all my hope. I’m hopeless. For once no one was yelling or screaming at each other. 10 minutes has passed by. A miracle happened, Myrtle gasped for air. A big gasp for air. She was coughing so much. We were all crying in tears of joy. We were all so relieved she came back. She asked me weakly
“Moo Moo, what happened?”
“CooCoo do you want to tell her?” I asked nervously. He nodded his head no. My husband doesn’t like to talk. He has Autism. Autism is a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts.
“Are you sure Honey” I asked again. He nodded his