As Charlie rushed to the house, I panicked. He was not to go near the house; nor save mother. But as the house flame grew, and as the house creaked and cracked under the oppressive heat of the fire, I could not pull away.
Looking up at the burning windows, I walked up the front porch where the scorched corpse of my mother lay.
“What are you doing,” Charlie screamed.
“I have to see,” i said, stepping through the door.
The air was a blast of heat hitting me full in the face; i could feel my eyebrows searing, and i could smell the scent of burning hair.
The fire licked at the walls, smiling at me; welcoming me home.
I waved at it, and I swear it wink at me. A supporting beam cracked.
“You’re so beautiful,” i said, and as if to acknowledge the compliment, the fire changed its color from an orange to a vibrant green, blue then red.
I wept openly. An angel touched me that day.
As I felt arms wrap around me, pulling me from the burning house, I kicked and screamed to go back.
“I can’t loose you” Charlie told me.