A Heroic Act in the Dark of Night
As the moon cast a faint glow through my bedroom window, I was abruptly awakened by my mother's urgent voice. "Get up, there's a fire, we have to go outside," she said, her words laced with anxiety. Panic surged through me, but I couldn't smell any hint of smoke lingering in the air. Regardless, I quickly gathered my wits and joined my mother, along with my younger brother and sister, outside our home.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I gazed down the street. A townhouse adjacent to ours stood engulfed in merciless flames, its fiery tendrils devouring everything in their path. Fear tightened its grip around my heart as I realized my father was not among us. Seeking solace, I turned to my mother and asked the question that weighed heavily on my mind.
"Where's Dad?" I inquired, my voice trembling with worry.