Family, Self
The Terrible Day My Little Sister Burned
I could only pray that she would live
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4 min readNov 22, 2019
Winter mornings were especially bitter in my family’s old house in Tennessee. Freezing winds outside oozed in through the cracks around shabby windows. Icy drafts, with no heaters to hinder them, flowed freely through the hallways and stung our bare skin.