Roslin Kae Scott

The Storm

Dear Mother, I was given the task of writing a letter and to confess something to you that I have never confessed before. I thought long and hard before beginning this letter, in fact I almost opted out of this challenge. I read the entries from the previous years with envy and admiration. Then last night I dreamt that I was caught in a storm. I while I cannot remember the dream vividly, I do remember that I locked all my doors prior to going to bed. After I got into bed there was a knock on my front door. I ignored the knock by pretending to be fast asleep. A few minutes later there was a loud roaring boom outside, and a thunderstorm had erupted. I cried out for my you. Minutes later dad appeared and attempted to guide me from my house to yours. We both had taken this route numerous times in the past yet this time we found ourselves lost.