Screams ricocheted through the night, and flames leapt into the sky from the neighboring property. The house was eerily quiet. Mom and I were the only ones inside. I blinked hard, trying to erase the horrors I’d seen from my vision. But when I opened my eyes, Mom was still there, still staring down at me.“Why are you crying?” She grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the wide front doors.I wiped my tears with my free hand as she lifted the bar from the doors and tossed it onto the floor, marring the wooden planks. She wrenched the door inward. The screams were no longer muffled. Agonized cries rose from the fields of sugar cane that stretched as far as I could see in the pale moonlight. The neighboring fields were on fire, the acrid smoke making my eyes water even more.She ripped me down the front steps. I yelled as my ankle turned on the last stair, but she only pulled me harder toward the fields.“Mom, please!” I tried to dig my heels into the hardened dirt.She whirled and stabbed her index finger into my chest.
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