About
a year after my husband and I got married, a flash flood ravaged our home. The
dirty water stunk up our rooms, ruined our books and destroyed our clothing. But
the flood was nothing when compared with the fire that gutted the building on
New Year’s Eve of 2018. I still remember the thick, black smoke that billowed
from the roof. After the fire men emptied two trucks of water, the fire died
slowly. However, the roof was gone.
