That Unforgettable Day

That Unforgettable Day

The day started with a beautiful Saturday afternoon. It was a chilly day, but the bright yellow sun was up with full of life, with the soft, white clouds floated by in the bright blue sky. We all got ready with excitement as we celebrate my parent’s wedding anniversary. As my mom walked into my room, she looked so beautiful with her white long dress, bright red lips, and her black, shiny, straight hair. All the way from my room as my dad passed by, I took a deep breath, as I smelled his fresh and clean scent. I also heard my two cousins in the living room as they echoed with loud burst of laughter. Suddenly, my aunt shouted, “Hurry up, lets go!” with a loud, motherly tone. I was finally dressed up with my furry coat, my black boots, and my white, soft scarf ready to head out to dinner. There was my grandpa, already outside with his big jacket and a hat on, waited patiently on his wheelchair. But before we left, I took out my red camera and set it to timer so we could all be in the picture altogether. It was a perfect picture with everyone’s cheerful face in front of our white lovely house. I never thought that big smile on our faces twisted into a shattered of tears later that night. That cold winter day turned into a very intense hot night with the big roar of flames that occurred. What once a beautiful, clean, white house became blackened and damaged. That night of January 31, 2004 had left behind a memory that forever stayed on my mind. Instead of a full and peaceful sleep, there I was, as I stood in tears and a terrified face. That moment the fire occurred in my house impacted my life forever, that day my endurance relied on my strength to evaluate and observe my atmosphere.

I was certainly unprepared for that tragic moment. We left the house with a big smiles and laughs, but we did not expect that just hours later after we entered the house that outcome would change in just a blink of an eye. That night I decided to sleep in my parents’ bedroom since my dad had already head to work. As I laid my back on their bed I had my pink furry blanket wrapped all around me. Every Saturday night, I spent time with my mom as we exchanged stories and laughed until our stomach hurt. I hugged her so tight like a big, soft pillow. As I listened to the wind whistled and the trees flapped I thought of the great day that we just had until I finally fell asleep. I probably dreamt of whatever a 13 years old would dream of, when all of a sudden I felt a yanking on my sleep. I woke up with a big O eyes and a dropped wide-open mouth as I saw my mom behind the door with a terrified face. She screamed, “Fire, fire, we need to get out, there’s a fire!” and I got up frightened. In my mind, it was just probably another nightmare that I had, but no it was real. As we breathed the thick, heavy smoke fills in our lungs that we almost chocked. I felt the heat of the flames every seconds as