On this heat filled day, smoke arose in the air. No fires had ever attacked our small town. I dashed to the smoke, and saw Macy and Hailey Grey, my wife and daughter in our apartment. Our firefighters were just hired, and so they had never actually dealt with a fire. There wings flapped all around, creating a bit of oxygen to the fire, greatly improving its mass. Macy holds Hailey close to her chest. Hailey is sleeping in her arms. One firefighter got my beloved family out from the fiery apartment. I sobbed with them. 43 people died. There were 45 in the apartment before the fire.
