When I was 16, our house caught on fire at night. My dad pulled me out through the front door. He went to get my mom and grandpa. But they didn’t come back. The fire took all three of them. – Story
Grief first led me to the kitchen, though I never expected it to shape my future. When I was sixteen, a winter night changed everything. A house fire took my parents and grandfather in moments, leaving me standing barefoot in the snow with nothing but borrowed clothes and shock. The home, the photos, the keepsakes—all…