Reaching the red sea

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Throughout my life I had this dream, that would later prove to be true. My family was camping in Biloxi Mississippi with all nine children. On this particular day my parents left us in a pop up camper while a storm was brewing with winds gushing at maximum miles per hour. I was locked in the camper with my other nine siblings who began the daily degrading of the youngest sister. There taunting got louder and louder. My screams trying to stop them as I held my ears shut. The only way out was to run and run as fast as I could. I finished at a red sea water and sat their crying as I watched the redness slowly dissipate. I was trembling from head to toe not looking back as there was no where to go. I believe god was so angry with how my family had been abusing me. He made the winds so fast and high they tore our camper apart. He was madly angry. The red sea was a moment in time to remember God was there to protect me.