Flodded

Forget cats and dogs, its been raining horses and elephants for over a week. It wasn't heavy at first, but the last few days has been nothing but constant downpours. I was so thankful today when I woke up and saw that it was not raining! I could hear Josh snoring away in his room. Jake and Thomas were also still sleeping, and mom had alredy left for work. So I was alone, and ready to eat breafast. There was hardly anything left to eat in the kitchen. Finally, I decided that the pancake mix in the cubbord, down cellar, was calling my name.

When I opeaned up the cellar door, I was met by an unwelcomed suprise. A small leak in the cellar wall had grown, and there was water everywhere. The river, weaving its way like the thread of a quilt, flowed around the staircase and cubbords.
I let out a yelp in suprise and excitment. The more I watched in disbelief at what I was seeing, the more helpless I felt, and didn't know what to do. Thankfully my yelp was loud enough that it jumped Josh, and I could already hear him scrambling to get downstairs. He rushed into the kitchen, saw me, and asked,"are you alright?"

I love how much he cares for me. You could just hear it in his voice. Josh could move out any time, he was 19 and knew how to take care of himself. But he didn't want to leave mom. He felt that as the man of the house, he needed to work and support her and us.

I just pointed to the cellar. Josh came closer, peered down the stairs, and let out a swear. I watched as he paced back and forth in the kitchen like a lion impatiently waiting for a next move. Finally he picked up the phone and called our uncle Ralf to see what we should do.
We stored a lot of our belongings in the cellar, making it a jungle. I hoped that my porcilin dolls and my favorite board games weren't ruined. I just sat at the table and listend to Josh on the phone. I could tell this was going to be a long week.