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strong afternoon wind. Jaka’s eyes darted around the
crowd, searching desperately for someone.

“UNCLE, WHERE ARE YOU?!” Jaka shouted
with a cracking voice that made several people turn to
look at him.

One of the neighbors approached and held his
arm with a pale face. “Jaka, I saw your uncle go back
inside! He said he wanted to save something.”

Without thinking, Jaka ran straight into the
burning house. He searched room by room for his uncle.
Covering his mouth and nose with his hand, he moved
carefully through the smoke. The thick smoke made it
hard to breathe and see, but he kept moving forward to
find his uncle. After more than five minutes of searching,
he finally found him—his uncle’s leg was pinned under a
large wooden beam. Jaka, with his frail body and skin
burning from the heat, tried to push the heavy beam off
his uncle's leg. His uncle looked at him, gasping for
breath, tears falling down his face as he saw how much
Jaka cared.

Time passed quickly. Jaka kept trying to move the
beam, but it was no use—it didn’t budge at all.

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