"help me"
"mom, where are you?" i yelled as i heard her screams.
"mom, please come to me" i said already crying. as a 5 year old child back then, what was i supposed to do when my house was burning in the middle of the night, with me and my mom inside? i could hear muffled voices coming from outside. i already felt faint, i already inhaled too much smoke. the next i knew, it all went black. i woke up in the hospital and the first thing i did was ask for my mom. i saw my dad, or should i say ex-dad, standing there at the corner. i didn't even want to look him in the eye, but i wanted to know where my mom was so i took up the courage to ask, what i heard kept me in trauma for Nearly 2 months. the court already gave my dad custody of me. when i was half-okay, my dad married another woman who already had two sons who we're older than me. i thought it was going to be like in those cartoons where they will bully me as stepsiblings, but they showered me with so much love that i forgot about all my sorrow. it's now been 11 years and I'll be 16 in two weeks and since we're rich, my dad is going to throw a grand party for it. now I'm in 10th grade and i can only hope for greater things now.