"Mummy...." Said a croaked, broken voice.
That is when I realized it was Dootsie.
"Dootsie?"
"Here..."
She was behind me. Next to the shed. That's when I turned around. Fire. The burning smell was unbearable.
"Dootsie!"
I started sobbing at the sight of my beautiful daughter. Her skin as black as the sky at night. Her eyes barely open as the smoke came in.
Her limbs unable to move. The firemen and ambulance were called.
I cried as the smoke cleared and so did Dootsie. As it cleared, I saw a figure, a ghostly figure I will never forget. It was possibly the one who had almost killed my daughter.
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