It was summer. I was playing hide and seek with my friend, when all of a sudden we hear a loud noise. Then we looked at the road, and everyone was running. There was a big fire. I was so scared, because I was alone in the house. My parents were at work, and my brother and sister were with their friends. I began to cry. The fire got bigger and bigger. It was about to burn our house too. Then after few minutes my mom came home from work. She told me to start packing my stuff and get out of there. I went to my room and started packing my important things. It was very hard for my mom, because we had my grandmother in our house. She couldn’t see that much in the dark. After I started packing my mom told me to go to the forest. Everyone was running and screaming. After I got to the forest, I heard a loud noise again. Everyone was saying the fire was getting bigger and bigger. I was so scared, because my mom and grandmother were still in the house. I ran as fast as I could, and grabbed my grandmother’s hand and started walking fast. My grandmother couldn’t run, so everyone was angry with her. Then we finally got to the forest. There were more than a thousand people in the forest.
That night nobody slept. Everyone was crying, but thank god nobody died. That night we searched for a place to live- all night long. My mom told me to just put my stuff next to a tree, and sleep there. I was so tired. I dropped my stuff and took a nap. The next day when I woke up, I saw my dad in front of me. He didn’t know that there had been a fire. He told me to come with him, and we went to the market to find something to eat.
After a few weeks, people started moving back to their old houses. I went back to see my old house. All I could see was black dust everywhere. All of my books were burned. People were rebuilding their houses. After few days, we also moved back to our old house. We had to rebuild everything. Days passed, and people from America came to help us. There was an organization called IOM (International Organization for Migration). They bring refugees to America for better jobs and education. We filled out a form, and then we waited for them to call us. After a few weeks they called us. I was so happy, because I had heard that America was a rich country. Then on September, 15, 2008 we came to America.
Hey guys, my name is Heman Kafley. I’m from Atlanta, Georgia. I was born in Jhapa, Nepal in 1998. I’m in the 11th grade right now. The short autobiography I wrote above was written when I was in the 8th grade. I made lots of mistakes there, and hope you guys excuse my mistakes. I didn’t want to change my mistakes, because I want it to be in my memories forever. Thank you for taking your time to read my short autobiography. 🙂