Yoongi: 19 September Year 16

The fire blazed scarlet red. My house was engulfed in flames until this morning. The people who recognized me ran toward me yelling something. My neighbors walked with short and quick steps. Apparently, they couldn’t secure the entry so the fire truck couldn't come in. I stood still in that spot. 

 

The very end of summer. It was the start of fall. The sky was blue, and the air was dry. I didn’t know what I should think, what I should feel, what I should do, anything. Then I thought, “Oh, Mom.” The next moment there was a big sound and with that the house came down. The house was engulfed in flames, no, the house, the roof, the pillars, the walls, and my room were the flames. It came down naturally like a house made of sand. I blankly stared at that scene.

 

Someone passed by, pushing me. They said the fire truck came in. Another person grabbed me and questioned me. They stared into my eyes while repeatedly asking something, but I didn’t hear one thing.

 

“Who is inside?” I stared blankly at that person. “Is your mom inside?” They held onto my shoulders and shook me. I answered without realizing it. “No. There’s no one.” “What are you saying?” said an older lady from the neighborhood. “What about your mom? Where did your mom go?” “There’s no one.” I also didn’t know what I was saying. Someone quickly pushed passed me.

 

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