Life had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She became bitter and angry.


    ir put on her slippers and entered the Living room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a


    loud bang and mes sprang up to the ceiling.


    By the way, Jacob was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn’t made him much money.


    The man couldn’t stand his wife any longer, and couldn’t see any other way out. He decided to destroy


    himself along with her.


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    The explosive was homemade. After all, he was good at chemistry. ir couldn’t tell the police what


    the man used, or how he’d done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she didn’t inherit


    any of his skill or natural talent.


    Later, the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill


    his wife and himself.


    In the explosion, ir flew backwards, hitting the living room wall.


    She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone in her body ached.


    The vi was a mess-mes and debris everywhere. Her parents’ faces were contorted in pain, their


    mouths open. But ir couldn’t hear anything but a powerful ringing in her ears.


    The explosion had robbed her of her hearing.


    She wanted to rush in and save her parents, but the zing fire ripped through the whole vi. She


    tried, and was forced back by the heat.


    ‘I must do something, ‘ she thought.


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    She wanted to call the fire department, but she couldn’t find her phone. Probably it didn’t matter


    anyway, because she couldn’t hear anything they might ask her.


    “Dad! Mom!” Her head went nk. She could do nothing but call them.


    Even though she could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of her Lungs, “Dad! Mom!*


    Suddenly, she saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad,


    wreathed in mes. He wore an expression of extreme pain-but paradoxically, also, relief.


    iry on the floor, unable to move.


    She saw him mouth to her, “Run! Run!”


    ir shook her head; she just couldn’t run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she


    watched it burn before her.


    The fire rm in the vi kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-ss housing estate. Soon, a crowd


    gathered outside the vi.


    Ignoring the pain, ir struggled to stand and stagger towards her parents.


    They were already swallowed by the fire. As she moved, she felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the


    wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp


    piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood flowed freely down her sleeve, dyeing it a wet crimson


    color.


    At this moment, she realized that if she didn’t leave the vi now, she might never be able to.


    But she didn’t want to live if her parents were dead.


    People on the ground were throwing rocks through the windows, trying to help anyone who might be


    trapped in there. ir wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too


    high. She felt like she had been walking forever, but she’d only covered a short distance.