We nearly escaped a fire (or explosion) and would have burned the apartment down (and probably the neighbors’ house too!) due to my mere stupidity (and forgetfulness) by leaving the kitchen stove on to boil a pot of water before going to bed. My knees still shake everytime I think about what happened and what could have happened more if I was not awaken by Raine’s unusual stirring in bed at 1 o’clock this morning. I found half of the kettle “flaming red hot”, the room unusually warm due to all the water vapor, a half burned pot-holder and the stove table (made of hard plastic) starting to melt where the burner is located. (yeah..imagine that…que horror!)
Raine had bouts of gastroenteritis and amoebiasis recently. (Even if we never used the tap water for drinking and cooking. “Clean water” is delivered weekly.) Since then, I’ve been boiling water for Raine’s use. Usually, before going to bed at night. So that in the morning, water would be tepid enough to transfer to the sterile feeding bottles. — And this I usually do first thing upon getting up or at least short before we leave the house for Raine’s daycare (then) or (now) before my daily housekeeper arrives.
Last night I’ve no excuse except that I was unusually tired and forgetful.
I guess it wasn’t our time yet, at least not such a tragic end. I believe in God, in Saints and Angels…after last night…I do believe even more.