IPower Outage It was late December and my grandparents were about to leave to go home to Florida. My dad was working so he couldn't wish them a safe trip back before they left in the afternoon. A sigh of relief came from my mom because as much as she loves her parents, they can be quite high maintenance. All of us cuddled up on the couch, then turned on the TV, and started to watch Netflix with my grandparents. It was a last “family activity” before my mom left my two brothers and I at home to take my grandpa and grandma to the Detroit Airport. A storm came up and it was a bad one too, but luckily the weather wasn't bad enough in the Detroit area to cancel or delay my grandparents flight back to Tampa Florida. We started to say our farewells…show more content… “What happened Julie?” my grandma questioned as she made a confused face. My mother had to rush to the airport with my grandparents or else they would miss their flight. So, she frantically called a fire truck and then left my brothers and I at home, alone.
The three of us waited in our Christmas-decorated front room in silence. The police and the firemen arrived at our house. A large flamboyant truck and the flashing lights of the police car, made a cacophony as they traveled down my warped neighborhood. Red and blue lights reflected off the slightly frozen raindrops, which steadily fell down the window. The pandemonium was like a symphony of sirens, but gave me a feeling of comfort and security. I knew that they were there to take care of us.
Drew, My oldest brother, and Adam, my second oldest brother sat patiently while putting the wild and spontaneous winds, the fallen tree, the caution tape, and the tangled power lines on their snapchat story and posting it on their social media. I, on the other hand was not as serene. I was so shaken that I would have had enough adrenaline to survive an apocalypse.
“Knock knock knock” pounded the
