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Hurricane Harvey
Durante el Huracan Harvey, yo vi por la ventana que cada vez se iba inundando más y mas. Mis padres no sabian y se los dije y todos nos pusimos nerviosos. Mis padres salieron de la casa para ayudar personas y vieron que habia un hombre parado encima de su carro y no podia nadar y mi padre lo ayudo. El hombre se sentía nervioso porque no sabía como estaba su familia y su telefono habia arruinado. Mi papá lo llevó a su casa en su camioneta.
Despues, yo me sentí nervioso porque pensaba que se iba a llenar nuestra casa de agua. Se fue la luz y nos sentiamos asustados porque nos preguntamos que ibamos a comer. El agua empezó a llenarse. Entonces con el carro de mi papá pasamos el lugar inundado y llegamos a la casa de mi tía. Me sentí muy afortunado de llegar a la casa de mi tía.
Cuando regresamos a la casa despues de una semana, encontramos que habiamos perdido muchas cosas. Una de mis cosas favoritas que perdí fue mi cama. Era color piel y era un twin y tenia un respaldar muy bonito. Tenia partecitos de poner libros y zapatos. Yo habia puesto allí una carta de mi abuelo. Esta carta era muy importante para mí porque mi abuelo lo escribió con mucho cariño y amor. Cuando llegamos, vi la carta en diminutas partes. Mi sentí muy mal por no habia llevado la carta cuando nos ibamos a la casa de mi tía.
Tambíen encontré una forma de como ayudar a mis vecinos. Vinieron a mi casa a dormir. Les dimos galletita y jugitos y otra comida que teniamos en mi casa.
Al final, yo encontre mi pelota perdida. Era color anaranjado y azul. Estaba flotando en el agua.
Aunque muchas cosas estaban arruinadas y había muchisimo trabajo para arreglar la casa, lo que importó a mi papá, y a mi y toda la familia, fue que todos estamos vivos.
During Hurricane Harvey, I watched through the window as it flooded more and more. My parents went outside to help people and they saw that a man was stuck on top of his car and he couldn’t swim and my father helped him. The man was worried because he didn’t know how his family was and his telephone had been ruined. My father took him to his house in our truck.
I felt nervous because I thought our house was going to fill up with water. The lights went out and we felt scared because we wondered what we would eat. The water started to come in. So in my dad’s car we went through the flood and arrived at my aunt’s house. I felt very lucky when we arrived there.
When we went back to our house a week later, we found that we had lost many things. One of my favorite things that I lost was my bed. It was tan and a twin and had a very pretty headboard. It had sections to put books and shoes. I had put a letter from my grandpa there. That letter was important to me because by grandpa had written it with a lot of care and love. When we got there, I saw the letter in little scraps. I felt bad that I hadn’t taken the letter with me when we had gone to my aunt’s house.
We found a way to help our neighbors. They came to our house to sleep. We gave them cookies and juice and other food we had in our house.
I found my lost ball. It was orange and blue. It was floating in the water.
Although many things were ruined and there was a lot of work to fix the house, the important thing to my dad, and to me and all my family, was that we were all alive.