6E Essays Blog
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Gazing at my badly scarred skin and face at the mirror, I could not help but look back at the day when that unforgettable disaster struck. The terrible experience that made me regret that I was born into this world. The slightest thought of it made me shed a tear.
Mother had told me about this day of undescribable horror a couple of times before and maybe more when I was young, although I had no impression of that nerve-wrecking tragedy. But till today, the words that Mother told me still stayed strongly vivid in my mind.
It all happened fifteen years ago, when I was just an eight-month-old infant. It was awfully late as it was in the middle of the night and Father, Mother and I were sleeping in the bedroom as soundly as dead pigs. I could probably be sucking my thumb contentedly, like what Mother told me, like every other typical night. We were blissfully in our dreams then, only to be rudely awaken by an ear-piercing scream that almost shattered the windows of our house, followed by a deafening loud crash that shook the ground. Father and Mother woke up in an instant, only to be blinded by the cluster of thick, dark smoke that clouded the whole room. Not far away, tongues of red-orange flame could be seen licking greedily near the door of the bedroom. Loud shrieks and screeches for help pierced the air. There was a fire going on!
Father and Mother immediately jolted out of bed, kicking the bedsheet away and rushing out of the room, coughing and wheezing incessantly as they left the house. Alas, out of panic, they have forgotten about their beloved baby daughter: Me. At that time, I was still asleep in my dreams then, totally ignorant of the happenings around me. I only came to when the ceiling came crashing down and starting wailing at the sight of darkness and cloudy smoke. I felt very insecure and I could not see a thing.
Meanwhile, one of the residents telephoned the fire brigade for help. In a matter of minutes, the fire brigade arrived, followed by a trail of whirring police cars. A group of firemen launched high ladders and rolled out long hoses, zapping a jet of water at the blazing flat, while the other firemen scouted the building in search for residents who, in chance, might still be left in their houses. The policemen did their part too, calming the chaotic residents down and keeping order.
Fortunately, a fireman spotted me among the blazing fire and hurried to pick me up from the cradle. By that time, the fire had already burnt numeral areas of my skin. We both escaped from the building in the nick of time. As soon as we got out from the house, the building went up in smoke. The fire had incinerated everything in sight. Many corpses were charred beyond recognition.
I was eventually returned to the secure arms of my weeping mother. However, the burns I got were tattooed on my skin, and became scars as I grew up.
That was what happened to me. I would never erase that horrifying catastrophe from my mind, and it has been etched in my memory till today.
- Amanda Lu
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