Someone in our building left a bike leaning against a heater. The tyres ignited and exploded. His apartment was as far away from ours as possible in the building but we lost everything anyway. We're in a hotel. I can't flush the toilet because the pipes here scream like the fire alarm. My husband has lost everything so many times so he's just numb, my best friend is part of our household too and he's lost pets' ashes and art that can't be replaced (his own originals). My stepson was in shock when he left with his adoptive parents a few hours ago. He's coming back when we find a new place but we all agreed he's better off somewhere familiar and stable for now.
It started at 4.30 am. We got out with our pets and our pjs. I'm writing this on bff's phone because he was still dressed (pulling an all nighter on a college paper) so he had his wallet and phone in his pocket.
I don't know what to do. It's been 48 hours but it feels like years. Everything is going in slow motion.
Everything is gone. Everything. I keep crying over the maple leaf I saved on our first family outing with just the four of us. A 3 year old dead leaf.
It started at 4.30 am. We got out with our pets and our pjs. I'm writing this on bff's phone because he was still dressed (pulling an all nighter on a college paper) so he had his wallet and phone in his pocket.
I don't know what to do. It's been 48 hours but it feels like years. Everything is going in slow motion.
Everything is gone. Everything. I keep crying over the maple leaf I saved on our first family outing with just the four of us. A 3 year old dead leaf.