You are standing at the gate. Arms down and it's as if you are glued to the ground. You look in all directions and people seem to not act humanly or atleast fake. You can not believe your eyes. The flames are big and its like a sword was stabbed in your heart. It's the type of pain that makes your tear glands dry and your vocal cords not work.
Your house is burning. Your pretty cottage with all that luxury. Your bed and clothes and teddy bears and food and everything you have ever known. Those shoes that aunt bought you for Christmas. Your late grandma's gifts to you and your family. You look in the crowd and no one seems familiar it's like no one cares everyone is spreading gossip.
A hand pulls you, it is your housekeeper. 'I was not at home I don't know what happened' she says. And let's go of you. Everyone is asking what happened instead of helping. Why are people so cruel? You ask yourself.
Morgan comes to you her eyes are red and swollen. You know, her too was was welcomed by the burning flames. She comforts you.
A lousy neighbor shouts 'the girls are remembering their face clothes and toothbrush from morning it must be painful'.
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Krótkie OpowiadaniaKatherine David's is almost turning 9, being surrounded by loved ones and immense support at school, home, and church life seems to be at the peak. A spinning, life changing incident occurs. Will her life be better, or is it set off for the worst...
