“Hello, Angel!” Angel was Mrs. Swenson’s daughter and Mrs.Swenson owned the Museum. “Oh. Hey, Cara. Um… I have some bad news. My Mother is sick and well she is...um… dying. I was wondering if, just maybe, you could help me nurse her back to health? The reason I asked you is because I trust you.” I stood there with my mouth open in shock. Slowly, I nodded my head. What would happen if Mrs.Swenson died? Who would take care of the museum? I thought in my head. “I will see you on September 20th, at my house, then.” Once again, I nodded my head slowly. I headed to the animal exhibit. When I got there, the room was very quiet. The only sound was a small rustling in the distance. “Hello?” Something ran past me. “Angel!” I screamed out. Angel rushed into the exhibit. “A mouse!!! ” Angel screamed at the top of her lungs. The frightened mouse stood still as a deer in headlights. Then it ran. I grabbed an empty tip jar and ran after it . Angel finally came to her senses, and ran with me.”You run ahead and startle the mouse towards me. Then I will get it in the jar.” I commanded. Angel obeyed immediately, and ran as fast as she could. Then she started jumping and hopping. Screaming and yelling. The little rodent turned around, and jumped into the jar. I closed the lid. “Phew!” Alex lets out a relieved sigh. “That was a close one.”

“It will be alright dear. I have known Mrs.Swenson for years and she is a real tough one!” Tears streaked my cheeks just like the September rain on the window-pane. I sniffled a little bit, but just ignored my mother. How could life be so cruel! My dad used to work with Mrs. Swenson’s husband, who died 13 years ago in 2003. Now it was time for Mother to experience a Swenson death. Oh, goody… *Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter.* The clock kept ticking and ringing. * Tick-Tock!* Where we were sitting I could see the black pot-bellied stove, tv, and brown front-door with the rainbow stained-glass at the top. Imagine sitting on a green checkered couch. Right in front of you, there is a black tv on a blue wall. Then, if you look a little bit to the right, you see a broom on a hook. After that comes the door, which is a little bit more to the right. The wall ends. When you look to the left, you see a blue table with four sea-green chairs. Along the wall to the left you can spot our kitchen. One grey stove, one gray microwave, and two blue cupboards ; one on top of the other. Feel the wet tears down your face. Your heart is louder than before. Someone hugs you close. All you can hear is the pitter-patter of the rain. Sorrow fills you up. You cry until you can cry no more. The person hugging you adds the addition of their tears. All is calm. Yet all seems gone…