This poem is based off of a true story, though I don't actually know what happened. A close family friend of mine was babysitting her grandchildren. A 6-year-old boy and his 3-year-old twin sisters. In the middle of the night, the house caught on fire. The grandma found the boy and one of the twins and helped them out the bedroom window. Amidst the smoke, she tried to find the other twin, though she was unsuccessful. The news of the story swept its way through my town, and she became known as the "hero grandmother" although she didn't believe that to be true. "A hero would have saved all three," she said. I believe that she is a hero, and this poem is a tribute to the little girl who was lost.