Trying to escape the burning house, I had one child in my arms and the other who was petrified and struggling to keep up.
Through the polluted air I could see a winged animal. Surely not Pegasus? He’s only in fairy tales! As it came closer the shape of a man appeared. The flierman landed on our balcony ruins and brought the baby and I down to safety. Just as he was about to use the water hose, I screamed “ WHAT ABOUT OUR SISTER?”