The burning car was lit with flames.The kid sat in the middle and I wanted to help but I coudn't,it hurt inside but me and and the person next to me saved him.The child cried for hours knowing his mother was no longer able to be there for him,she passed.The baby boy screamed,cried,and yelled for his momma.I wondered where he was going to go when he left the hospital,i asked him his name he said his name was Sammy.Sammy asked if I would take care of him.I asked "Sammy,do u have a dad?"Sammys response was"Whats a daddy?" I felt bad for him he had no where to go, but the police said I could not have Sammy.I thought the police made the best choice for him.

   A couple of months went by and I could not sleep all I could think about was Sammy and the car,but I slowly drifted to sleep.The next morning I went to the store when I went in i heard a child crying and a mother yelling.I ran to where I heard the noise the mother was telling the child to sit down before she beat his nasty,gressy,stinky but. When I looked in  his eyes i saw that it was Sammy.I felt so bad for him.After Sammy and his new mom left the store they went home. I wondered what was going to happen to him.His mom left him alone and left the stove on and open.Sammy sat there looking at the stove wondering what would hapen if I get in there.

    Sammy sat there putting paper and anything he could find in the sove but nothing happend.He was only 3 and home alone.He went into his moms room there he found a lighter.He learnd to lit it and he began to lit paper. The flames on  the paper grew bigger and than the curtins were on fire,he went and sat by the door waiting on his mom to return.