I stood in the kitchen, doing the dishes. A beautiful Saturday morning, Miguel was upstairs, playing with the new train toy set my dad got him last week and my husband, the love of my life was at work. Life couldn't have been any better. I sang along with song on the radio. Life was perfect, nothing could possibly go wrong. We were the ideal perfect little family.
I felt hot all of a sudden, I shrugged at thought it was just the weather getting hotter. It was summer after all, my favourite time of the year. I continued to sing along to the song on the radio and danced a little even. Until I felt the ground shake and the smell of something burning caught my nose. I fought to hold my balance by placing my hand on the kitchen counter. I immediately turned and wiped my hand. The sight that caught my eyes was like a dream. There was fire everywhere, my heart was in my mouth. Only one person crossed my mind, only one person was in danger. I didn't matter, only one person did.
Miguel!
My heart was pounding hard against my chest. Miguel, my Miguel is upstairs. At that moment, I knew I had to get him out at all cost and prayed to God to please save us.
I had never been more scared in my life, the fire had spread so fast. Almost every part of the sitting room was on fire, I could see the TV set burn to nothing. My eyes darted to every possible route that leads to the stairs. I have to get to my son. I finally found a way, but it was the only way though. I had to find a way to move in between one of the pillars that wasn't on fire yet and the couch that was burning away so fast.
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Where The Wind Blows
Lãng mạnOn some days, does your best friend decide to up and leave, leaving you vulnerable, a total mess and putting your life at risk more than it already is? Probably not, because you're not Reina. Thinking she was little bit safe, thinking she has foun...
