Waking up wanting food , The hunger is real.
Walking into the room of my grandmother, shaking with fear.
Waking her up, asking for food.
She tells me where the food is, i go and begin to make food.
Walking out of the kitchen i see the lighter and the candle.
Wanting to make the house smell good for my mother when she arrives.
The candle hot with the flame burning my hand.
i drop the candle and the flame begins to spread.
I run to the bathroom to gather some water.
I pour , i pour , and i pour but nothing.
in a hurry i run upstairs and get my grandmother.
she tells me to go next door and call 911.
my grandmother and my 2 sisters still in the house.
from outside its very quite , even quilter than a mouse.
911 i call form next door , then all i hear is a big roar.
the flames explode while my grandmother and sisters run down the stairs.
what have i done, are they dead?
they run out the house, bloody and bruised.
helicopters arrive and take only two.
Forced to live in a house where i know none.
I wish i could take back what i have done.