Joined: 14 Mar 2010
Oh, thanks! I chose to write about the final day of the six years it hadn't rained in the
This is it for now.
"Okay, Mother." I call back to her from my upstairs 'bedroom'. I say it this way because
it's not truly a bedroom, more of an attic with a mattress. I used to have
my own bedroom, a nice one too. And, it actually counted as a bedroom. But that was then,
before it stopped raining. Yes, I do mean stopped. It's been years since
it rained. Six, to be exact. Six years of no crops. Would you be able to stand it?
"Hurry up, Katie!" my mother screams and I rush downstairs, finding my brothers at the
table. I'm the only girl in the family, at least the one who lives here. Apart
from Mother, of course. The reason for this is because though I'm the thinner, small one,
I proved that I could work. The rest of my sisters were sent to my aunt and uncles.
You're probably thinking I should have gone with them. But I had to stay with my
brothers. Mainly, my younger one. He can barely work so they debated over
sending him off as well, until I stepped in and offered to teach him. I do most of his
work, since his small frame can't stand the
dreadful heat. I also feed him, and help him whenever he needs it. You probably think it's
crazy, doing all this, when he's only a brother and not a child of mine. But
mother and father refuse to care for him, complaining about the rest of their children.
"Katie!" Edmund, my younger brother cries and rushes over for a hug. I smile with
my dry, cracked lips and hug him back. An odd aroma comes from him and
I pull back slightly, kneeling.
"Have you taken a bath this morning?" I ask him, cocking my head to the side so he knows
He hesitates and looks down.
"Finish breakfast and I'll get a basin of water ready." I say, turning to leave. But
before I get out I hear the worried voice of my mother question my own well being.
"What about your breakfast, Katie?" she asks. Reluctantly, I turn around to face her. Her
blue eyes are shining, but her mouth is frowning and a small worry line shows
on her forehead. She passes me a plate of meat and I grunt, thanking her.
I walk out the door, only to be welcomed by cold drops of water. Confused, I look up
to find it's raining. Impossible! It can't be! But it is. I drop the basin right
their and I don't respond as it hits the floor. Because I'm already inside screaming for
my family to hurry
We spend the main part of the day outside. We only come in when Mother says we will get
sick. But I don't ever think that I could get sick of these little droplets of hope.
Tomorrow will be the start of a new life, the life I used to have. And it will turn out