It was a cloudy day as I approached my home. Or what was left of it anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I accessed the damage.

Just from the whole view, you can’t even picture what the house used to me. My beautiful house, white colonial style. I loved that house. Now, it was just ashes.

I walked to it pretending like I was walking threw the front door. Habit, I guess. I walked into once was the kitchen. No table, counter tops, or appliances remained. Just pieces of them…

In my room, or what was my room, it was blue. Like a paradise. All mahogany furniture. Now it is all gone. All of it!

It seems as though my life is gone. All of my pictures, personal stuff. I may be too materialistic, but I made and had memories in this house. Now I only have them in my head. It will be like starting over to me.

Wait where is my dog? Where did my dog go! I have to find my dog! I ran out of my house, what was my house and looked around. I put my face in my hands, in panic mode, where is he!?