Fire! Help Fire! Call the Fire Trucks!

  White and grey smoke seeped from cracks surrounding the upper cabinet doors to my nine year old sister, Robin’s closet. I was seven. "Mommy!" I hollered from where I stood in the hall, near the bathroom. Mother answered my fearful sounding shout. When she reached me, I pointed to the bedroom at the end … Continue reading Fire! Help Fire! Call the Fire Trucks!