same time, because fire was not a monster after all. she then took me into the kitchen and showed me the fireplace for cooking. she put some twigs into the fire and let me see how they burnt down to a crisp. my mother wanted me to know what fire was. she let me see it. she let me smell the burning of wood. she let me feel its heat. i remember i felt i did not have to be so afraid of fire. i also wondered why my mother made such a big deal of it in the first place.
then one day, i saw with my own eyes the 