Last night, in the small town I live in, a house burned down. The family had little time to grab items.. They practically lost everything. There was a girl who lived there who isn’t much younger than I am. Just the simple things I take for granted she doesn’t have anymore. She lost all the photos, memories and items that mean dearly to her.
And here I am complaining about the small stuff. I’m complaining about losing my boyfriend or how much homework I have while she worries how she is going get ready tomorrow or catch up on the her notes that burned in the fire. It really makes me think you know?
