Today was just like every other day. I stared at my wife Ashley's picture in my fire locker and at are two-year-old son, Jeff had just learned to walk and was just starting to talk. He would mumble words but it was still impressive. I kissed each picture as a daily routine. I didn't have a lot of time to spend with the two of them. The time I did spend was always precious and some of the happiest days of my life. A wife of 15 years and a high school sweet heart Ashley and we spent a lot of time together. I moved my head in a down ward sense in hope of falling asleep. My eyes caught my watch; it was 6:00AM. I was just closing my eyes, when I heard a voice.
"Hey Eric," said, Steve
"Hey Steve," I, said
"How is Julie?" I, asked
"She's Great," Steve, replied sadly
As a tear rolled down his face, I realized that he and her had to still work out some problems.
There had been a huge argument when Steve had walked into his apartment and Julie was screwing the guy next door. I walked up the stairs to the lounge to get a cup of coffee. The alarm sounded, I slapped and tightened my gear on and almost forgot to put on my hat. In 7 minuets I arrived at the scene
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"The women across the street called the fire department. On our are son who hadn't even been outside." she, replied in an angry tone.
"Can I talk to your boy?" I asked.
"Sure, I don't see why not." she said.
"Hi Mr. firefighter what can I do for you?"
The moment I saw the boy...