June was surprised and sad. Instead of going to talk with John, she just stood up and walked over to the window that was reflecting all of the dull surroundings. The nurse left and a few minutes later June saw something in the distance – or, rather, someone. It was John. June swallowed saliva and glanced at John’s reflection. She never thought that he had survived that terrible night. John seemed very confused too. He sat down on the bed and crossed his face with his palms. June sighed:
“It was a horrible night… Our mom was working while completely drunk dad was at home with us. He didn’t pay any close attention to us. We were kids, just poor little children… Dad was smoking and sneezing in the bed. I didn’t notice him falling asleep. If only I saw the cigarette falling out of his hand onto the carpet… Then the fire moved from the carpet to the table, to the bed and spread out everywhere around. There was smoke in the room. I shook dad’s shoulder, begged him to open his eyes but he was still snoring in the bed. It was the last time I saw him alive. Damn alcohol drove him to the grave… When it became impossible to breathe because of the thick smoke I grabbed you and slipped out through the broken window of the room.
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