Last Sunday, at about 4 o'clock in the morning, my family and I were woken up by our dog. We were 1 to see smoke everywhere. Dad ran to the bathroom to get everyone a wet towel, and Mom told us to crawl on the floor. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but we were very lucky to be able to 2 and get out quickly.

We lost everything in the house. I was very sad. But Mom and Dad said that they were thankful because 3. Maybe they were right; I did not lose my family -- the most important thing in my life.