The last blossom in the moonlight

Hi my name is Abby , and this is my story.
One crisp morning,I lay waken in the depths of my room.Cold, alone.I get up and look through my window.Wind,i say to myself.Whats going on??Whats with the weather? Suddenly a tornado flew into my room. I scream, hop up off my bedand run out side toward our shelter .''Grandma, Grandpa ,''I yell bolting to the house. ''Get out,Get out ,''I yell.I suddenly see a lavender flower bloom out of nowhere.I hear it say,”It’s alright don’t worry.Go take shelter.”I suddenly wake up out of my sleep. I realized, that was my mothers voice._________________________________________________________________________________
"... and i was sleep the whole time.'' I exclaimed to my grandparents. ''So,'' said my grandma,'' the flower it talked to you.'' Yes, I said flustered, ''it did. It was the flower ,in the front yard, next to the tree . It actually talked to me it did. It was the voice of my mother even though she's dead I know she can talk to ... me.'' My eyes filled up with tears. '' You guys just don't understand.And with that, I bolted to my room.
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