Origami swan

She had this origami swans .she loved those origami swans .she could not tell you the color of her hair or who her best friend was but she could make you an origami swan.she'd picked up the skill from her grandmother. Her grandmother would take her hands and show her how to crease the neck just right and fold the wings in tight.Her mother  would not understand.why teach a blind deaf girl when she doesn't understand a thing your doing or saying?but her grandma believed in her till the day she lay on her death bed she made one last origami Swan for her granddaughter a golden one and then the heart monitor flat lined and a tear fell from the girls eyes.
And she spent a year afterward making origami swans and hanging them up in her room  but none were as beautiful as her grandma's golden swan.then a storm came.her mother rushed her out of the room hurricane Sally was coming to swallow the town.the girl and her mother hid in a basement underground.hours went by the radio was on but the girl could not hear it all she could think of was her swans.finally the storm left satisfied.the house still stood but things were broken and muddy.all those origami swans had landed and been drenched in mud no sign of grandma's golden one.people helped clean but the girl felt in the way so she went to the old oak tree her mama used to swing her on. something  told her to reach her hands out. she could not see the flicker of gold in the sky but down it came from the heavens to her palms grandma's last gift a gold origami swan.