Tornado of Hope Cold wind was blowing through the broken streets of the small town while dark clouds were gathering slowly in the sky. Old newspapers were flying across the road, and dry leaves were spinning around empty sidewalks. Cars were moving quickly through the crowded streets while people were rushing toward shops, offices, and buses without looking around much. Near the edge of the town, an old abandoned shelter was standing beside a railway bridge. Its walls were cracked, the roof was leaking in several places, and rusty metal sheets were hanging loosely near the entrance. Rainwater was dripping from broken pipes while the weak wooden door was moving slightly whenever the wind touched it. Inside the shelter, three children were trying to survive another difficult day. Twelve-year-old Noah was sitting near a small window while staring outside at the busy road. His clothes were old and dusty, but his eyes were sharp and thoughtful. Beside him, ten-year-old Mila was wrappi...