When I was in fourth grade in 2019, I was at school on January third, my dad was at work, and my mom was at home. I was in a bad mood that morning so I didn't say bye to my dog Max like I usually did. My mom went downstairs later in the day, somewhat before eleven that morning when she heard something explode upstairs. She went up the stairs and the entire living room was burning along with part of the dining room. The windows blew out and she ran outside, firefighters and stuff were there when she brought me home, Max and Pistol, my other cats didn't make it, so when I went home that day I spent the rest of it crying over them, my friend came over that night and we cried, she and her parents gave us stuff like clothes and all that. That night my family and I searched for a hotel. We stayed in a hotel for three days, went to a complex or something and stayed there a month or so. My other friend was moving out of her house so we stayed there until my dad had rebuilt the house. We moved back in the spring of 2020.
