It had been raining all morning. Ever since I had woken up. 7:27, the persistent pitter patter still going. Saturday morning, in the middle of summer. Crazy. Unbelievable. Rain?
I go down downstairs with nothing to do and pour some water into a glass. I take a sip. Everything feels odd. No noise. Just rain. I go back upstairs to my parents room and open the door. No-one. Don’t panic, don’t panic, it’s okay. But It’s not. Nothings okay. This is Not like mum and dad. I frantically run around the house searching in every room. “MUM, DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?” I can’t help myself. I just let it out, crying for I don’t know how long. Then I heard the knock.