By: Amanda L
Florida, Grade: 7

I sat down and looked from my window I could see the dust gathering. Another dust storm, I thought. There were a lot this year and no rain so the crops were hard to grow. Mama and my uncle were outside farming. The air was black, and I couldn’t see anything, not even the big tree that I go and take naps that was only steps away from our home.
My sister pushed me aside and put wood on the windows and cheap carton so if the wind was strong enough and it often was, the dust won’t enter along with the ferocious wind. Mama and Tio hadn’t been back yet. I was starting to worry. I was starting to panic.
And that’s a bad thing.
Suddenly I heard a knock at our door. Before I got up my sister opened the door. My heart dropped to the dusty, dirty, unclean floor. My uncle, covered in dust held my lifeless mama in his arms. Nobody could say a word. I gasped breaking the heavy tense silence.