Many mansions

It was about 8:00 on a cold November night when my five-year-old son came into my bedroom to tell me his room was on fire.

My husband was still at work, but my four children and I immediately sprang into action. My five-year-old was safe and unharmed, so I sent the kids outside to the car (well away from the house) with their coats over their pajamas, and asked my oldest son to call the fire department while I tried to put out the fire. But it was spreading quickly around the bed and up the walls . . . one small bucket of water did nothing! I knew it was time to just get out.

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