“Hurry!!!” the shout woke me up.
I shook my head and decided I must be dreaming and started to close my eyes again when the shouting became louder…intense, I can feel the emergency. “Oh no, we must be late for school!” That’s what I thought.
Sitting up, I rub my eyes and peeked outside my window. It was still dark outside. What is going on?
My jaws dropped as I stepped outside my room.
The front door was wide opened…showing an empty deserted graveled street outside still engulfed with darkness. The back door was also wide opened.
Something wasn’t right and my heart pounded.
“Go grab Mama’s beauty case!!!” My father’s voice came out of nowhere pulled me back into reality although I still couldn’t comprehend what in the world was going on, his voice…the urgency in every words. I jumped and sprung into my parents room which was right in front of mine. Without even thinking or wondering, I grabbed that small box where my mother kept all her jewelries and went back to the living room.
“Now go outside!!!” my father was standing at the other end of the house, right outside my brothers’ room.
“But what’s going on, Papa?” I protested still unaware of what is unfolding.
“GO!!!” He snapped and I walked sullenly outside.
My mother was outside across our front yard…screaming…crying…
Some of our neighbors had started to made a circle around my mother. My two brothers looked shock. I ran to my mother ignoring the sharp stones under my bare feet.
“Mama, are you okay? What is going on?” I asked her. She ignored me and just looked straight at the roof of our house. As if hypnotized, I turned my gazed to where she was staring at.
Oh my God…
This must be a nightmare. This is not real!
But the heat from the burning roof slapped me hard. It’s not a nightmare…our house was on fire.
It was a blur…
Somebody had ushered me, my parents and my two younger brothers to one of the neighbor’s house. It was at safe distance.
My mother fainted and everyone were so busy. I sneaked outside.
The neighbor’s house was on a little small hill and their front porch faces our house. Our burning house. I saw the fire truck had came. They weren’t prepared to face how big the fire had spread. By now, the whole house was on fire.
I stood there, paralyzed with tears running down my face when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turned around, I found my father. He pulled me to his arms and held me tight. Seeing the house that we’ve only lived for a few months burning down right in front of my very eyes taking with it everything that we had was something I could never forget.
“It’s all gone…” His vpice cracked. My strong father sobbed while he held me tightly and my heart broke.
In my 13 years of living I had never seen my father shed a tear…ever! We stood there by the neighbor’s porch holding onto one another as our house burned down.
It was a blur of events but I never forget how empty I felt when the sun had shine and the fire was finally tamed. Our beautiful house, our once beautiful house was nothing but a piece of what it used to be. The fire had took everything. All the memories swallowed forever in its fury. We survived with just the clothes on our backs, my mother’s beauty case and my father’s old suitcase where he keep all of our important documents. None of us even remember to wear any sandal or shoes out. We were thankful that all of us managed to escape unharmed. I would’ve been trap inside my room should I never woken myself up from the scream.
Later we found out the fire came from my brothers room…a short circuit or something like that.
We really never know how our lives can unfold…I learned that back in 1992. Twenty two years ago. The only regret I have to this very day is loosing so many of our family’s pictures in that fire. Those are irreplaceable.
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