A place that I grew up knowing as a palace of love and happiness formed into my worst nightmare. I came dangerously close to losing my family and my life. It was a wintry chilly week in December, when I learned life is not guaranteed because it can be taken from you in a blink of an eye. Imagine waking up to a room full of smoke at the age of four the place was pitch black that you could barely see anything and would stub your toe, I turn to the right to see if I could find my sister but she was nowhere to be found. My first train of thought was to go to my mom's room it was the closest room to mine, I quickly woke her and my sister up by this time my room was in flames. My mom was trying to get everything that she could but she couldn't. "go outside while I try to find your brother." Said my mother at that moment I realize this could be the last point of time I'll ever see my brother. …show more content…
Trying to find relatives that would welcome us into their home was like miners trying to find diamonds. Being a four-year-old with no place to live was hard to deal with I personally didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to tell my friends that my family has no place to live. As the time passes I realize that what people thought of my situation really didn't matter to me I was glad to be alive. Instead of asking my mom questions, I did what I could to help go through this hard time.. as the days went by I forgot about what we didn't have, but thank God for the laws I did