“My feet are cold!,” I mumbled for second time trying to get my mom’s attention. The smell of a bonfire filled my nose as I sniffled, trying to fight the numb that came across my face. I received no reply from her though. My eyes wandered and fixed at the glow of the fire we were all standing around. The only that came to my young mind was, “Wow, i’ve never seen flames that high.” However, now that i'm older, I don't think i want to see those flames ever again. Fires seem to have a mystical ability to bond those around you closer... Even when the fuel for that fire is your own house. My family moved to Chesapeake in 2000 from Virginia Beach. I was a little too young to understand at the time, around four, but i knew we moved because it was …show more content…
I bolted upright to see what i could. However, I saw nothing. I could only reason that i'm still dreaming, but as my eyes adjusted, i could see the scene all too clear. I ran to my steps to see clouds of smoke filling my new home. I froze in disbelief, just trying to put together what was happening. Another scream was the cure to my paralysis. I sprinted as fast as i could down my steps to find the source of the voice, which i found; my mom searching for me. Together, we ran out the back door of my house into the cold of winter, and laid our eyes upon our home. My brothers were staying in a house above the garage and met us out there. My dad was nowhere to be seen. i saw him run back into the house but that's it. I don't know why i kept wanting someone to say something. Maybe i was searching for an explanation for what was happening. I knew what i was watching, but i couldn't understand or make sense of it. Even hours later when i was at my grandmas watching the news, a report on a house fire in chesapeake. My dad’s face came up on the television. that's when i learned he suffered 3rd degree burns trying to save the house and get us out safely. All i could do was