One day I took my three-year-old kid Izayah to the park. He was playing on the swings, and with another little girl at the park. I ended up talking to her mom and talking about both of the kid’s childhoods, and our husbands. We both had husbands who were older then us by a few years. When it was time to go, we exchanged numbers and planned to meet up at the park the next week. A few days passed and in the morning before work, I was watching the news and there was some mumble about a meteorite or something like that. I didn’t pay much attention because I didn’t believe that anything could come down on the earth and hurt us. That’s the scientist’s job to worry and do something about it. The next week at the park, Izayah and the little girl, Bonnie, were playing on the slides and on everything else they could see. They would make up a new game to play every two minutes. They never fought about anything though. For a moment I glanced up at the sky, and saw a huge asteroid hurdling towards the earth. I screamed, “Asteroid! Everybody run!” I searched for Izayah in the scramble of people. I found him with the woman, Maggie and her little Bonnie. I told them to come over to my house because we have a bomb shelter. Since she only lived a few blocks away her husband drove here in a matter of minutes. We were all huddled in a small corner in our bomb shelter, praying for our lives. Luckily, the asteroid hit the park, which sent a small earthquake around the town, but didn’t do any damage. Maggie thanked me for inviting her over because she didn’t know what she would have done without me.
