She could smell gas even before she could open the door but where was everyone? Were they still inside? Why was the front door locked?
Panicking, she grabbed the flower pot that was positioned beside the front door, and ran over to the window. She had no choice, breaking the window would be her only hope. She had to act quickly in case her family's life might be in danger. Her thoughts ran wild, "What if the gas tank exploded?" she gulped, "What if someone unknowingly struck a match or flipped a lighter!" Clearing away shards of broken glass with her now bleeding hands, she murmured softly, "I couldn't bear it! This pain is nothing compared to the pain I'd feel if I were to lose them! Please, be okay!"
Scurrying to the kitchen, she turned off the gas tank, seated next to the stove. Just as soon as she did, she hurried off to the living room, yelling, "Mom! Dad! Rosa!"
"Where are you guys?"
Tears filled her right eye then her left as she continued shouting, hoping one of her family members would answer.
"Are you all here?"
"Are you all okay?"
"Can you all...