We came for an open house. A christmas party of a friend of ours. We sat outside under a tent that extended from the terrace house. Then Azu started messing with one of the Christmas lights attached around the owner's car tyre.
It burst.
Everything suddenly caught on fire. And the flame spread to the house. To the whole neighbourhood, the roads, the trees, everything.
It was about 6 am. Dawn.
I started running. Running home. Running to my family. I needed to warn them and save them from the flames. I reached my real home.
My father was already up and preparing for our evacuation. I woke my mother up and told her and my sisters to wait in our car. While a was helping my grandfather to the car, my dad carried his mother to the vehicle.
We then drove off towards a tunnel which will lead to our safety. We brought only the essentials as you would in any situation of emergency.
Once we crossed the tunnel, they closed it to prevent the fire from spreading further.
We were safe. But not for long. The troubles of poverty were soon going to hit us. We had nothing but a few items packed from home. My father sold his phone and camera. My sister and I were very lucky as we had our iPads packed in our backpacks. We sold those too.
We had to start new.
For some reason, we were in some middle eastern country.
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