Dark clouds ravaging the sky, the wind had picked up tempo and continued to add to the dark symphony. The thunder roared and warned every being to go inside, the wind continued to blow and then it started to rain. It was silent and mysterious, no one was to be found on the streets, not even the cats who liked to roam the streets after dark.

Pneumonia the doctor announced to Michael and me; Your mother does not seem to be getting any better, said Mister Charles, her fever continues to worsen along with her temperature. I regret to say this Ms, Davis, but I’m afraid your mother might not make it; I am sorry. Michael, who always had something to say, was silent that evening. He was of an outspoken character and always believed his intelligence surpassed everyone else. Even as we were children he followed this notion, but at this point Michael was silenced...