That horrible day

Last year today, the horrible fire happened and wiped out all our physical belongings and memories. At 3PM M. reminded me that it was the hour when it happened, I thought I was going to break down. I cried a little. It seems that everything is okay now, but deep down the trauma still resides. And that explains why all of a sudden I cried. We did go on with our lives since the fire, but the memory of it will never go away. It was such a horrible experience, but it made us a different person. It made us realize what really is important in our lives and how much we cherish our good friends and families. I don’t feel sad right now but as I am typing, tears come down. That’s what has left behind from the trauma.

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