“Fire! Start packing!”
Shouted my neighbor kid at five in the afternoon while I was in my living room, watching TV. I thought it was a joke, but I went out to make sure, and he wasn’t kidding!
A few paces from my house, I saw a lot of people looking up to where the smoke was coming from. So I ran to a good spot and looked up too. I saw a big cloud of smoke that appeared to be just a couple blocks away! It was coming from the slum area down the neighborhood which you need to cross a small river to get there. Most of the houses there were made of wood so fire for sure could spread quickly. Observing the smoke’s direction, I could sense the fire was moving towards our place! And much worse, no fire truck had arrived yet!
So, I went back to my house and started packing things. My brother was the only one living with me. He came in when I started packing, and I told him to pack his clothes too. I was panicking for a few seconds as I thought of what to pack first. But I remembered what I need to do.
I picked up the documents from the storage box, my ATM, my cellphone, my IDs. Then before I packed my clothes, I texted my parents first who are living in Cebu–miles away from Manila. Just a few minutes later, my parents started calling and instructed me what to do.
After packing my things, I put them all in the living room just near the door so my brother and I could easily pick them up in case we started evacuating. I told my brother to look out and report back to me if the neighbors nearby started bringing their things out from their houses so we could start too. While he was out, I was thinking what appliances we could salvage in case the fire get worse, and tried to remember them according to priority.
I unplugged most of my appliances, and even though my parents told me to turned off the main electrical switch, I did not obey. I was online updating Chris what was going on.
After maybe 20 or 30 minutes, I heard the sirens from the fire trucks coming in, but these trucks had a hard time getting in our neighborhood because of the low electrical wires hanging. I heard though that there were already fire trucks on the other end, which was good.
Then it was over.
While I was writing this article, I feel bad that I didn’t get out and started taking pictures of the incident when I was done packing. Of course, I was more worried about my life, and our things. But I wish I did go out after the fire was over, and use my journalistic skills. Even this morning I wasn’t able to find out what really happened, until I heard the news teaser on GMA channel and told Chris about it.
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Fire razes 150 homes in QC slum area
Chris was able to get the links of the news article online and videos. That’s how I found what really happened, well not really. People say the cause was a charger left overheating, and some say kids playing ‘fire?” and the curtain caught the fire? Well I’m glad no one died but I feel bad for the people affected. It was the second time in about 4 months period that that area was in a fire.
P.S.
When I was packing my things, I realized the things that were important to me and which of them I could let go in the fire.









