It was 2013, I woke up on the couch to a terrible sound. The electric kicked off and we were told a licenced professional would fix the problem. Not being licenced he did like any moran would. The man flipped the electric on and off twice and started a fire.
"Guys, get up and get out" the first thing to wake up to this day. At this point in life I was twenty-eight and found myself running out of the home i lived in with my mom and stepfather grabbing animals and people and getting them out of the house.
Being told the fire took all the things in the back two rooms of the house. it did a little damage to the bathroom but we lost our home over this and our landlord told us he wont rent to us again just because we called the city when the fire started. So we had to salvage our lives and move to a small appartment and had to rebuild what we lost due to the fire.