The Grandfather Who Carried Me Through Every Fire Life Ever Set

the years — only when I asked.

An electrical fault started it in the middle of the night. The house went up fast. My parents never made it out.

Neighbors stood in the street, watching the orange glow in the windows. Someone realized a baby was still inside.

My grandfather was 67 years old that night. He ran in anyway.

He came back out through the smoke continue reading …