Belzi’s Blizzard

My name is Belzi.

I was angry to the max.

My par­ents were leav­ing me with a grand­ma I’d nev­er met. My own moth­er had run away from that grand­ma the first chance she got. Fif­teen years ago!

Worse yet, Mom was leav­ing me for six months while she and Dad went to Indone­sia to help peo­ple recov­er from the dis­as­ter left by a tsunami.

What about me and the dis­as­ter they were leav­ing me in?

I made a plan. Like my mom, I would run away. Lit­tle did I know that a fierce bliz­zard would iso­late me and Grand­ma for days. I wouldn’t be able to run away from it—or from Grandma.

As long as I was stuck there, I want­ed to find out why my moth­er had run away. What was so bad? What secret was Mom hiding?

Bliz­zard or no bliz­zard. Grand­ma or no Grand­ma. I was going to find what that secret was.