IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING, and lucy had woke up earlier than usual before school, too check on her mother. She ran to her moms room, to find the mother not breathing. "MOM!!", Lucy called. "LUKE!! HURRY!" she screamed. Luke ran to the room quickly. Their was a huge moment of dead silence. Through the silence, they came to realize, their own mother was lying their dead. Tears was everywhere on the ruggid carpet. Tears, falling down as fast as niagara falls, except, they werent as thick, and blue. They weren't joyful, and something to enjoy itself. These tears, were the tears of two poor children, with now no mother, and neither a father as well. They had no one. No grandmother, no father, no grandfather, absolutely no one at all.
"WHAT DO WE DO!", yelled lucy. Luke ran to the living room, and grabbed the phone. He had dialed 911. "991 OPERERATOR, what seems to be the problem?" "YES. YES. MY MOM IS IN HER ROOM DEAD. PLEASE HELP US!", he said trying his best not to be mis-understandable by crying. He hung up the phone,and ran to lucy to see if she was ok.
"Lucy, are yoouu...",he couldn't finish his sentence by what he had saw. Lucy was lying beside her mother, with a single tear upon her cheek. Holding her mothers hand. Praying. He had hated to inturupt her,so he didnt say anything. Lucy hadn't noticed luke was studying her every word by her brother Luke.
For Luke and Lucy, this was way too much to take in. What would they do? They questioned one very question, they couldnt seem to understand. Why did this have to happen right before christmas, just a few weeks away. Why?
They couldnt understand this question at all. They just stood their silent. They didnt know what to do, what to say, and most importantly, what to live for anymore.
