So, here it goes...
Everything was so loud, you can hear heavy breathings, heavy footsteps, and you can see the fright in people's faces. I was there, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't find my mother inside, so I shouted the loudest shriek I can, and called "MA!" (Being a cheerleader is also an advantage. Thank you!)
Life really is full of surprises. From the simplest to the most complex, like, what foot are you gonna step first when you walk, or would you be having a wish bone when you eat chicken meat, or the question that would shake you... when you're going to die.
Thank God we went out safely, and we ran as fast as we could. I held my breath for more than two minutes, (Thank God I went into swimming lessons and I was trained to hold my breath longer than normal) because if I wouldn't, I would die of suffocation and all the smoke would go in my lungs. We ran as fast we could to the car, and it's the only one left in the parking lot! While our car was going out, I can see the workers crying, I heard one of them say "Si Jason nasa loob pa! Kinuha daw iyong mga gamit.", she was crying. (Jason is sitll inside! He's saving some important things.) You can really see in their faces that they cry a painful tear. I can also feel it in my heart, I can feel the loneliness of having the feeling of you have someone important not with you, risking his life because it's his job. I smelled like some part of my body is composed of smoke, yeah- I smell like smoke. Even my clothes, too! The smoke embraced me. Hu hu hu. *sniff*
Now, I can't stop saying THANK YOU to God- that we weren't hurt. It's a sign that I should continue living, and make the most out of my life. I would follow my dreams and be the best I can be, and be where I should be, worthy of myself.
"If I'm gonna die here, then it's God's will. If not, then I'll make the most out of my life."
