
Last Thursday my family was evacuated due to a fire (the Rancho Palos Verdes Fire). The fire began at 8pm about 2 miles from our house and by 9pm it was raging up the canyon directly next to us. We actually had no idea. We were in bed getting our girls ready for bed, reading and cuddling and doing all those bedtime things. Then someone started banging on our front door, it was like they were trying to break down the door so I was freaked out and had my husband go see what the crazy banging was all about while I closed the door in the bedroom to keep my babies safe. Then, I heard some screaming and I opened to door and my husband said, "There is a fire!". It was one of our neighbors who came to notify us.
I ran to the back of the house and opened the blinds in the living room only to see a wall of red. Nothing but red flames and red smoke. How did we miss this? The fire was extremely close and in the darkness, I saw nothing but flames. My mother bear instincts kicked in and all I wanted to do was get my babies out of there. I looked at my husband, trying not to panic in front of the kids and said, "We have to leave, right now". At that moment, nothing else mattered, I did not care about any material possessions, I was just so scared that something horrible could happen to my babies. I grabbed a few things the kids might need, diapers, clothes and covered shoes. As we were running around, my 4 year old was incredibly concerned, she was saying that she was scared and asking what was going on. There was no time to sit her down and explain so I tried my best to convince her that everything was ok. My husband found the carrier for the cat, we put her in there and we were out, within 5 minutes.
It wasn't until we got in the car that we thought about where we were going. Luckily, one of my best friends lives close by, but far enough away from the fire. In the car, my 4 year old voiced her stress, she said that she wanted to sit on my lap "right now" because she was scared and didn't know what was happening. I assured her that we are ok now, we are safe and that we will cuddle very soon. But my voice was shaking and I had developed a sharp pain in my ribs and had a hard time breathing. When we got to my friend's house, she got milk and cookies and put on a video for the kids. But all they wanted to do was cuddle with me as I watched the news, which was our only source of information. It was kind of surreal having to rely on local news to find out if our lives were going to dramatically change in the next few moments.



















