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To the fire that took away everything that I love: Fuck you.
While my husband and I were on vacation a wildfire took our home, our business, and our four cats.
I can’t tell you how long my husband and I were looking forward to the month of April. April was supposed to be tipping point, the start of everything we had been working hard for over the past few years. It was the month of our long-awaited family vacation to Japan, the trip my husband and his family had been planning for over a year.
It was also the month that my mother and sister were going to visit Korea for the first time and see the house we had been working on, sleep in the rooms we had renovated, meet my husband, meet my cats and I would finally be able to share with them the life I had built abroad.
Apparently the universe had other plans.
Horrible plans.
April was also the month of my mother in law’s birthday, my mother’s birthday and finally, my birthday. April was supposed to be a month of celebration, a quick break before the busy summer seasons when my husband and I could finally recuperate the money we had spent on renovations and payback the loans we had gotten from our families to renovate the property.
