My parents are dead I think. There not back from there field work. It has been hours when they should have been home.I heard a door open. Thinking it was my parents I ran towards the door to greet them. Instead I saw two men trying to hold there tears. They sat down and said, your parents were in a dust storm. I felt tears starting to roll down my cheek. Then they said i'm sorry for your loss. They didn't diserve it. I heard the door close.I sat on my bed and cried. I did it for days and days until one morning I wasnt at my house I was with my parents.
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