The day my life changed completely

"No, no, no , mum we have to save him, somebody help him" I kept screaming this as we watched my father die in the fire. We were just about to head to bed when the smell of smoke got to our noses.

"Ooh my goodness, I left the casserole in the oven"

We had skipped dinner that night because my dad came home late that night. My mum said she was going to warm up the food so that we could still eat but after she came back from the kitchen, my dad convinced her that it was unhealthy to eat dinner by that time, so it was decided that we were gonna have some fruits and that's all we'll eat this night.

As you may have noticed, my dad's a health freak, we can't even have snacks around him, he's so obsessed with being healthy and being the right weight as he had lost his uncle to obesity. But tonight being healthy was what killed my dad.

"You did what?" he screamed. He quickly got his phone to call up the fire fighters, one mistake that we regret till this day, we probably should've run out first before calling them up. The service line was not available, they weren't picking up. He kept trying to call and call until he noticed the fire was getting closer to us.

"Oh my word, c'mon let's get out of here, we need to evacuate immediately"

My mum rushed to get some blankets that we would need to cover up outside as it was a really cold night, another mistake we regret till this day. According to her, if the fire couldn't kill us, the cold probably will.

My dad carried me and we quickly got outside, then he dropped me on our porch and these were the very last words he spoke to me, "Emily dearest, I'll be right back, don't go anywhere, I just need to help your mum grab some valuables that we might need and I'll be right back"

But I didn't want to let him go, I just wish I had been more persistent.

"Dad no, don't leave me here, outside on my own"

"Sweetie, I'll only be gone for a little while, I promise, you can do this, you're a big girl, remember"

"Okay dad, just hurry up"

And then he left, that was the very last time I saw my dad, I wish I had held him longer, I wish I had told him I loved and still love him, how much he mattered to me, how much I appreciate all the times he was there for me; now it's too late, all I can do is regret.

Before the fire fighters could come to help him, he had burnt alive, all I can remember are his screams of agony. How my mum survived is still a wonder, although she didn't leave unscarred, right now she's on a wheel chair.

And just like she had suspected, the night was more than cold, now I can officially say that I lost my dad on a cold cruel night.

And for many months, I believed it was my mum's fault that he died and so did she. It drove her into depression and alcoholism, she didn't just lose the love of her life, she thought she had also lost the only gift he had left for her, me.

Well, that was exactly 6 years ago, now I've learnt that it wasn't my mum's fault and that such things can happen to anyone.

We are on our way to a new city to have a new beginning,a fresh start to our lives. We have been living with my grandma for the past six years but we lost her recently and my mum and I had no reason to continue living there. My mum was about to go into depression again but i quickly got her a therapy session where she was advised to go to a new place and start afresh, and to give her self time to adjust to everything and heal properly, so here we are off to a place we don't even know, according to doctor's orders (I think therapists are doctors too)

We'll be the new neighbors again and I hate that I'll have to make new friends all over again. I don't really care if no one likes or understands me cause I get it, I'm complicated, but one thing i would not stand for, was if anyone, no matter who they think they are, tried to make my mum sad or feel bad in anyway.

I'm going to push through and endure anything and everything for my mum, she's all I have left.