A Soaking Reverie
Today I took a bath for the first time in four months. Not a single tile, door or pieceof furniture stood in my unfinished home. The echoes of the running water playedscales up my spine. Drip, drip, drip, drip. This was the first time I ever feltfortunate to have a bath. A burden fell upon my family when my sister failed toturn off the curling iron and my house went up in flames. The fire refused tostop until it had gobbled up almost everything. I lost much, but I learned evenmore.
Without a place to call home and warm weather coming, my parentsmade the decision to camp-out for the summer as our house was rebuilt. With ninepeople and three campers littering the backyard, there wasn't a doubt in my mindthat this would take patience and understanding. We lost our cozy beds, ourtelevision, our refrigerator.
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