A 93 year old woman was sitting on a chair on her houses' porch,knitting a pullover for her granchildren

and started to think about the thunderstorm which occured a year ago.She had lost in the thunderstorm her son and daughter.She started to cry and tell about it:We were sitting with my grandchildren and

I was telling them about a fairy tale.Then, suddenly, a thunderstorm began and ruined everything

outside.My children were outside too!I had to watch all the event from the window while I was

trying to prevent the children from going outside.When it was over,we found them dead!

This was all my fault.I could have saved them.But I could not!Now my grandchilren are staying with me

and I look after them.W e were so happy then ,and now everything is different.If I were you,I would not let my children go outside during a thunderstorm.