I was born on a quiet day about nineteen years ago. It was a happy day for my parents and my two older sisters. Our little home was settled next to a beautiful lake, with a view that could leave you breathless.
My Childhood wasn't very eventful, but I used to love playing in that lake. It was usually so calm and relaxing, I could spend hours just sitting there watching the waves splash on the shore.
One night, about four years ago, we were expecting a horrible storm and every one was asked to move to higher ground. My father refused, "We've been in that house for years, though many storms. It's a sturdy house, there's no need to leave now." he argued. My mother looked worried but she always stayed by his side. So we went home.
Sure enough, that night a fierce storm hit our lake, and our home. The thunder was so loud that it shook the whole house. I'm afraid of thunder, and when I heard that loud crash I hid under my bed, too scared to move. I heard my father yelling to my sisters to help him board up the windows. With every gust of wind and pounding of thunder it felt like our little house was going to fall apart...
and sure enough, the roof collasped, and pieces blew away in the wind. All I could hear was my mother screaming and the thunder exploding in my ears. Then the screaming stopped. I was still so scared, but I had to see what was going on. I slowly poked my head out from under the bed and saw things blowing around, mostly bits of our house. Then I felt something hit my head, and I felt a sharp pain in my right ear. A piece of metal from the house had blow away in the wind and sliced off a small piece of my ear.
I held tightly to my ear and called form my mother, trying to hold back my tears. But I still heard nothing. I didn't see anyone, I was alone...

To be continued ...