Robert stood in a paralysis of confusion and horror wracking my brain. The house that seemed to be radiating the warmth of laughter lay in ruin.
His family mother, father, and sister were trapped inside. Panic overcame me, and he called frantically for my mother.
"Mom! Dad! Sarah!" He yelled at the top of my hoarse throat. But no answer came out, Robert continued.
The silence was deafening.
And hours passed as his cries weakened.
He had given in to exhaustion and despair.
He sat on the ground, waiting for the fire extinguisher team to be done.
Their faces looked solemn, engraved with sympathies.
At last, they came out with body bags. Robert's heart sank.
The first corpse they brought out was my dad.
The only feature Robert could recognize was the ring he always wore. It was black
