I stepped outside, the summer breeze filled my nostrils as I took deep breaths. Finally, it was summer! Winter was the worst month of all for me, because winter meant staying inside, winter meant turning up the thermostat and that would lead to more bills, winter meant snowstorms drenching anything and everything with a thick coat of pure whiteness. Now, summer was the opposite, summer meant more happiness, more livelihood, more people to interact with. Rolling back my shoulders I leaned back onto the luscious grass.
“Uncle” I heard a voice. It was my niece, Nora. Nora what are you doing here? I asked. Cautiously she stepped outside and whispered “Come quickly.” I trudged up the hill with her curiously thinking about what she was talking about. When I came home, I saw the most dreadful site ever, all of our snow gear was spread all over our living room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the news playing over and over on repeat. The headlines flashes in my eyes, in gigantic letters it said, SNOWSTORM PREDICTED IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY. My face went pale as I dropped into a world of blankness. I looked at my wife’s face, paler than a piece of mozzarella cheese.
“What are we going to do?” She asked. I tried to look at her ignoring all my fears. I put a plastered face on, and managed to say that we were going to prepare as much as we can for the storm. Glancing sideways, I saw my niece on the ground running around the place screaming, it’s going to snow! I looked at her and saw not a care in the world in her eyes. I wonder how lucky it would be if I were her age, my parents taking care of everything for me. Too bad they aren’t here anymore. Brushing off my emotions, I went upstairs. In the news they announced that the storm was going to be severe, so we should have warm water handy. Sprinting upstairs, I found all the Home Depot buckets in our house and started filling them up with hot water. The heat burned my hands just like my agony did. My phone dinged. The storm reported to have cut out power lines in other areas. I stared up my oak, hoping that it wouldn't fall. Don’t fall down please, I begged it.
Two hours later, the storm started, at first it started out in a flurry, but quickly formed into a major storm. The wind howled like a pack of wolves. Rushing downstairs I met back up with my niece and my daughter. Everybody go to the basement, I whispered. A shiver ran up my spine. What is the power going out? What if we were stranded in the dark? What if a tree fell down on a house? Suddenly, I felt the warmth of my wife’s hand holding mine, “it’s going to be okay.” She whispered.
I remember it like it was yesterday. 10 years old, no one except me and my parents caught in a snowstorm.
“What’s going to happen daddy?” I had asked.
“Nothing honey.” my mom whispered, just wait it out. CRAAAACCCKKK a oak tree fell on our house. I remember it vividly, my parents pushing me away, telling me to run. The last thing my dad told me was that they would meet me outside. I waited outside, it went from seconds, to minutes, to hours, they weren’t coming. The tears were burning in my eyes as I told the neighbors what had happened. Luckily, the police arrived and took me to my foster family. Finally, I got adopted my foster family, but the scar still remains on me.
I got up in a startle, my niece was shaking me, while my wife was putting a cold cloth on my head.
"You just blacked out." My wife said. All of a sudden, I looked outside, the storm was still going strong. My nerves started to come back as I layed back down. When, oh when was this horrible day going to end? My wife looked petrified as she saw that a tree had fallen down in the neighborhood next to us. My niece wasn’t running around anymore, but was snuggled up next to me on the couch.
“Are we safe?” she asked. Yes, now go to bed, and when you wake up, it will all be over. I hoped my own words would come true as I started to close my eyes again. Just then my stomach started rumbling, I went to the kitchen and made myself a snack of crackers and cheese. I had licked the plate when I saw a notification on my phone. The notification read that the storm was going to stop in a few minutes. Gladly, I ran downstairs to wake up my wife. The storms ending! I whispered as she jumped out of bed. I could just feel her excitement as we rushed to the nearest window.
It has been about five minutes now and the snow has turned into a little flurry. Honey, I whispered as I woke up my niece. Honey, it’s time to wake up. My niece yawned groggily, but immediately jumped up when she tore back into her memory. The look of anxiety swept across her face almost instantly as she jumped into my arms.
“Is it over?” She whispered, while digging her face into my shoulder. It’s over, I said. I felt a sigh of relief from her as she came down. “Are you sure?” She asked. Why don’t you go check for yourself?” I chuckled. I could see her hopping up the stairs, running to the window, and grinning at me when she saw that the storm was over.
I found myself walking to the door to check what kind of temperature it was outside. I opened the door and the summer breeze flew into my lungs like it never had even left me. I went outside and saw the most beautiful frosted sunflower. The way the frost just perfectly covered the flower amazed me. I picked up my niece and spun her around. After I put her inside, she ran up the hill to go get my wife.
Laying back on the slightly frosted grass, I remembered that exact moment, when I received the news that my parents had died. I could feel my body disintegrating, I had gone into a trauma. Every time I remembered that moment, I would die a little inside.
Suddenly, my foster family came into my mind. I remembered how lucky I was to have them. When the accident had just happened, my foster family would comfort me, helping me cover that scar little by little. Years went by, and finally the day had come where I was being adopted by them. I could almost feel the universe telling me that this was the day I had been awaiting, to have a family. I smiled thinking of that moment. I had come to realize how fortunate I was. How blessed I was to have a loving wife and an amazing niece. With that, I closed my eyes once again, but instead of bad memories surrounding my mind, it overflowed with good ones.