My next essay is about an incident about a "fire in the kitchen" . “Will father be back from work early today?” Jane looked up and enquired from her mother while cutting some vegetables. “I think so …,” “Ouch! My finger!” Jane yelled out frantically as her face twisted into a grimace of pain. Seeing crimson red blood oozing out from the cut in Jane’s finger, her mother was initially immobilised with fear and her face turned ashen and her legs jelly-like . Regaining her composure moments later , Jane’s mother ran helter-skelter to get a bandage from her bedroom. She left the wok unattended. As she applied antiseptic onto the wound, she was glad to see Jane smiling broadly once again. Seeing her smile put her at ease. At that juncture, a burning smell flooded their nostrils . One whiff of the smoky air and Jane’s mother immediately jolted up in stark realisation . “Oh no, th...
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