¨Sam, go with your brother" my mom yelled. Our house was in flames. My brother grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house. I was clutching my teddy bear Kizzy. ¨Mommy"I screamed out. ¨Just go Sam, we'll come find you when we get out" Dad yelled from the house. It was already starting to fall down. Sawyer and I were running to our neighbors house. They let us use their phone to call 911. I was crying for my mom the entire time. That memory is burned into my mind. I can't think about it without crying.