WARNING! Before you scroll down I want to let you know that the pictures below are pretty intense. If you have a weak stomach or if you're easily grossed out then this is your chance to navigate away from this page and visit a less graphic posting - try the cherry blossom post. Now that I've warned you about the pictures I'm going to warn you about something else that will hopefully help you, or someone you know, avoid going through the same trauma that Kaori, and her family went through.
It was Kaori's last day with her family in Vancouver, Canada before going back to Japan. And like many Japanese celebrations this one involved food. Lots of food. Yakiniku it was - so out come the meat and veggies and we fired up the portable gas stove that we see used in many restaurants and households in Korean and Japanese influenced parts of the world.
Just as they had done hundreds of times before for yakiniku, sukiyaki, shyabu shyabu or nabe parties - they all gathered around and cooked our food on the gas stove which was placed in the center of the table. The marinated meat and tons of little side dishes, Kimchi (spicy pickled cabbage), Chapchae (stir fried noodles) and Namul (seasoned spinach), that they bought from the local Korean market were delicious. After cooking for a while the house started to get a little smokey so they opened the windows. The cool breeze felt great and the smoke quickly cleared.
They were just about to wrap things up. The kids had already eaten and they were playing with their Transformers on the other side of the room. The adults were grilling the last of the meat, drinking a couple beers and chit chatting. and that's when it happened. A flash of orange followed by a deafening bang! The butane canister inside to the portable gas stove had exploded. One side of the table. the side where Kaori, her mom and sister were sitting, was engulfed in flames. Before they could react a monstrous fireball of burning gas wrapped around them and tumbled towards the ceiling and out the window. After the initial explosion, the gas from the canister which covered the girls was still burning. They were on fire. We were all in shock.. then came the panic and screaming.then crying. The smell of burnt skin and hair was overwhelming.
Kaori's father Sako made sure the kids were OK. then they got wet towels to cool the burns. They called 911 and, after what seemed like an eternity, the ambulance and fire trucks arrived. The three girls were rushed to the hospital and treated for severe burns.
With Love: Amirul010
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