THE FIRE

It was late at night during Christmas Eve. My baby brother was in the living room playing with his toys while me and my parents were watching a Christmas movie. My baby brother crawled to the fireplace and was playing with it until flames surrounded the floor.

My baby brother's life was the first one to be taken as he cried as his skin was melting. The heartbreak stabbed me like a knife while I was trying to get everyone out of reach from the flames. But most were doomed and left behind. All of my belongings were turning to ash.

All family members except me and my mother were killed in the blazing and bright flames. The firefighters tried all they could but none could have stopped the flames. Me and my mother got out safely. Because of our house catching fire, we were lucky enough to have some money so that we could rent a hotel until we found our new home.

Unlike all the lives lost, my mother and I lived happily for years to come. I never want and never will want to relive that episode again.