"Pshhh!" The walls shake as the thunder increases. Me and my three little sisters, whom which I care for because our mother is no longer with us, hide in the basement. "Emily?" Alyse whimpers. "Wh-why are we hiding?" "Umm. Well there is a storm, so we're hiding.." "Then why are you crying?" "Um...there is something in my eye..." "Okay." Alyse sniffles. Alyse is 7, Mikayla, my other sister is 12, and Weronika, is one year younger than me and 14. Weronika is there with me through everything. She helps me take care of the kids. She is my best friend. Your probably thinking, "why is your sister your best friend?" Well it's complicated, and there is no one else. Just me and my sisters. Why you ask? Well I will tell you...