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She was never far from me. I had rescued her when she was a kitten,

and somehow she knew that I was the one

responsible for giving her „the good life‟.

As Zan had saved the cat, it remained close to him

as he protected her.

My mother kept stoking the fire to keep the house nice and warm.

Suddenly, I smelled something strange, and then I noticed it... smoke

pouring in through the seams of the ceiling. The smoke began to fill the

room so quickly that we could barely see. Groping our way to the front

door, we all ran out into the front yard. By the time we made our way

outside, the whole roof was engulfed in flames and it was spreading

quickly. I ran to the neighbours to call the fire department, while I

watched my mother run back into the house.

Stoking the fire: feeding and tending the fire
Groping: to search blindly

Engulfed: flooded, surrounded by

Zan‟s mother tended the fire to keep the house warm. There was smoke

filling the room from the ceiling. Within a few seconds, it filled the room

and they could hardly see. They made their way to the front door and

escaped into the garden. The roof had caught fire which spread quickly.

Zan ran to the neighbours to call the fire department while his mother

ran inside the house.

My mother then ran out of the house carrying a small metal box full of

important documents. She dropped the case on the lawn and, in a

crazed state, ran back into the house. I knew what she was after. My

father had died when I was young, and I was certain that she was not

going to let his pictures and letters go up in flames. They were the only