I am storm.

I am good and not raining until something comes along comes along then the storm starts. Like that time I had to move to Indiana for a month was on storm because I had to leave school and my best friends and my family for a month. But when I got there the storm went away because friends and family sent me letters and packages. I also meet new friends and did fun things we did.

Another one of my storms is when my Grandpa Kouw wouldn’t wake up. We had to rush over and call the ambulance and my aunt. They took him into the hospital and said that he almost died because he was losing breath. Luckily he got the help he needed in the hospital and he lived through it. The storm finally went away when my grandpa was out of the hospital and back to his regular silly self.

Another storm I had was when my youngest cousin that was just born at the time (She is 3 now)had a bag over her eye. They thought it would go away but after a couple months they took her to get it checked out and they sent her to Ann Arbor. After they saw her and did some tests they found out she had Cranio. They did a surgery to fix it and my storm went away.

My last storm was when my aunt said that my cousin AJ was making a weird face and clenched his fists sometimes in class and stuff. They thought that it was just silent sishers so they took him in to see a doctor to know for sure. So they took him in they did a couple tests to find out what it was. They found out it was silent sishers and that he had a fear of something happening to me or his sister. In his head, the thoughts roared and screached with fear. The storm went away when I figured what was happening out.