On this day, some time in the afternoon. 1:00 pm, I presume. I was an hour ago awake. Everything's going well. I haven't taken any bath, nor lunch yet. When I decided to take my lunch, I heard screams, and smelt burnt ashes. A big gush of smoke rushing to the atmosphere. No time for "selfies." Just pack up and go. Every important documents, files and money are properly gathered (well for my mom's part, she's always ready.) Adrenaline rushing through every persons veins. There's us that tried to all the necessary things, there's some that gathered as many as they could. Then, there's always someone that tries to be a hero by helping as many people as he can - whether it's by gathering things, finding local firefighters, or being the firefighter himself. After we've settled some things at my cousin's house, we came back to our place to gather some more and place it just outside. To see what's going on and to check if someone will take advantage of the people's vulnerable houses. Visitors see our place as full of delinquents, vile and probably one of the chaotic places in the city. To us, it's a home. A home full of people having ordinary lives, striving nothing but to live. I can truly say that chaos brings unity. It's just sad that you need a trigger to have this kind of teamwork and unity.
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| Black smoke turned into white as the flames are getting extinguished |
