Descriptive Essay: The Quiet Before The Storm

The Quiet Before The Storm

Kids can have a good eye on the world around them. It may not seem like we know much about what is going on but we do. We observe everything around us, sometimes too much of too many bad things. I was very observant even as a little kid. I knew my parents marriage wouldn't last, that my dad’s body was failing on him, and that my brother was selling weed for God knows what. I had no outward reason to believe these things but I did, I believed them. And none of them were actually true until I knew they were true. I would realize all my speculations and instincts were right. My parents marriage actually did not last, my dad did lose all that weight because of his weakened body, and as for my brother, he was a drug dealer.

Soon my mom came to my door and asked me to wake up. “Emely come out”

I responded with tears rolling down my cheeks “What's going on ma?”

With fear in her eyes she took my hand, closed my door behind us, carefully walked to our living room. I looked down my foyer to see men, at least ten of them standing there with guns in their hands pointing at us and everything around us. My heart dropped. What could they be doing here, I thought? Why on earth would there be men dressed to kill, men dressed as if they were fighting in a war be in my home? I will never forgot their faces, the guns carried in their hands, and the vests wrapped around their chests like my home was some type of war zone and we were the enemies.

As all of my family members were told to sit in our living room while some policemen searched through cabinets and drawers, I noticed one was missing. “Wheres Jose,” I asked alarmed. Not quite realizing he was the real enemy they were looking for.

“It’s okay, dont cry Emely. He’s downstairs talking with the police” My mother answered being as strong as she could be but breaking down inside because her home, the one she worked so hard for was being used to store the weed her son was