Four and a half
"I was only four and half years old when the mushroom cloud destroyed my life for ever.
I remember yelling out to my mother: “Mommy, Mommy, hot, hot, it hurts me” but all my mother could do was stare at me with her glazed over eyes not breathing and not able to utter a word. The side of her body appeared to be melting as she lay there exposed to the heat of the explosion.
They say I was lucky. I was protected by the fact that I was so short and safely positioned behind and below the window sill with only my hair being evaporated as the wave of heat hit the house like a freight train slicing through a late night crowded shopping center at full speed.
Of course they were wrong. Lucky! Eh?
Mom wasn’t so lucky when she stood at the open door way to marvel at this event on our horizon and if mom wasn’t lucky then neither was I ‘cause mom was all I had and I was only four and half years old."
...or how would you rewrite it?
"I was only four and half years old when the mushroom cloud destroyed my life for ever.
I remember yelling out to my mother: “Mommy, Mommy, hot, hot, it hurts me” but all my mother could do was stare at me with her glazed over eyes not breathing and not able to utter a word. The side of her body appeared to be melting as she lay there exposed to the heat of the explosion.
They say I was lucky. I was protected by the fact that I was so short and safely positioned behind and below the window sill with only my hair being evaporated as the wave of heat hit the house like a freight train slicing through a late night crowded shopping center at full speed.
Of course they were wrong. Lucky! Eh?
Mom wasn’t so lucky when she stood at the open door way to marvel at this event on our horizon and if mom wasn’t lucky then neither was I ‘cause mom was all I had and I was only four and half years old."
...or how would you rewrite it?