FIRE!!

Well, last night, all was well. Mother had gleefully forced me off to bed at some ridiculously early hour, and I was just cuddling my favourite teddy bear and counting myself into some sleep.
But suddenly, I smelt smoke. I wondered, “Did mother leave the stove on? Did dad forget to switch the oven off? Coz there honestly was this really strong smell of something burning wafting through my room.
Mother has installed a baby monitor into my room, and so I yelled upstairs to her, “mother, is there something burning outside? Coz there’s a really strong stench of smoke!”
Mother didn’t answer me verbally, but I knew that she had heard me when I heard her footsteps thudding around upstairs.
She came downstairs into my room, turned on the light. “Yeah, I smelt something burning, too. So I poked dad awake and then you called out.” She said.
Mother walked over to the window, yanked open the curtains and peeked outside. She took a look outside, then, suddenly, YELLED, “FIRE!” she rushed out of my room and yelled up the stairs, “dad, call triple zero! There’s a car burning outside!”
Then she grabbed the garage remote and opened our garage door. “Mother, where are you going?” I called, alarmed.
“I’m going to tell Jamie!” she called back. Jamie’s our next door neighbour. Actually, not next door; he’s the neighbour directly across from our house. He’s a really nice guy, and dad often lends him tools to use. Too bad, he’s moving house like, toms! But back to what happened last night:
“Wait! Before you go, can you please help me put on my AFO? Coz you know I can’t walk without wearing it, and if this fire spreads we may have to make a run for it!” I ask her.
Mother rushes back inside, jams my AFO on, then dashes back outside to alert our neighbour. Outside, I hear my dad talking into the telephone, “Hello, this is Kwok. I need a fire engine.” Lol, I’ve never heard my dad introduce himself with his Cantonese name before; he’s usually just ‘Michael’! XD
I send a quick prayer to God, “Um, God, there’s some fire going on outside. Could you please protect all of us and make sure we don’t get burnt to a crisp or anything? Thanks.”
The fire engine arrives promptly (but without its sirens going off, I wonder why?) and, I presume, puts out the fire. The parents spend some more time talking to the police, who have also arrived, presumably telling them what they saw and heard.
It’s like midnight by the time mother returns to my room, switches out the light and removes my AFO. I offer to wear it for the rest of the night, just in case something dramatic like this happens again, but mother reassures me and insists that everything’s fine, now. And with that, I hug my favourite teddy bear and we return to sleep together.
The next morning, as mother drives me out to St. Lucia for physio, I have a look at the area where the burning car was. I mean, I didn’t actually see or hear anything of the fire, but mother had told me that the fire had broken out on the left hand side of the street. All that’s there now is some lady picking up some rubble from the charred grass.
Actually, last night, when the parents were both outside, there was this loud explosion – BANG! “Dad! Mum!” I screamed outside, terrified that they’d been blown up into smithereens, or something horrible like that. But luckily, they both rushed back inside and reassured me that they were fine and still intact and that the explosion was most likely the car that was burning.
Anyways, mother wasted no time at all telling my carer what happened last night the moment she arrived. XD
“Oh dear, what a traumatic event that must’ve been for you guys.” Carol sympathised with us.
But, all in all, I’m very grateful that the fire was contained very quickly last night, and no-one was injured. 
Next post here … lol, I dunno! Book club isn’t till next month; neither is the EKKA holiday … anyways, cya when I cya!
Cheers,
Em. ^^