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I didn’t hear the sirens.
Didn’t smell any smoke.
At 4:30 a.m. last Wednesday morning, I only could hear the sound of my daughter coughing in her crib.
She’s been fighting a cold — or maybe it’s allergies — and had woken up coughing for several nights. As had become routine, I walked to her crib and lifted her to hold and rock her until she stopped.
It wasn’t until I reclined on my bed with her in my arms that I noticed the bright red lights swirling through the mini blinds.
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