The red hot flames started to fade in the burning summer sun as my brother, Ray, hosed down the now black grass. My younger sister, Hailie, the age of 10, was determined to make a salad for the family dinner tomorrow night. Convinced that she would make it crispier by putting it in the oven, she’d miraculously started the dish on fire. She had put on oven mitts and screamed as she carried the dish outside and threw it in the yard. Now here we were standing, my two siblings and I extinguishing the burnt grass and this salad that never looked fit for human consumption to begin with.

“I could always try again,” Hailie said happily, skipping back to the house. Ray rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Come on, Mary. Let’s go help her before she burns the whole house down.”