Shew, I don't even know where to start!
Let's go with easy...if you spill a gallon of homemade laundry detergent on your kitchen floor, it will be super shiny and slick.
Wet socks have NO traction.
Laundry detergent, which you do not get to wash off for two hours because of a raging kiddo, itches.
A lot.
Hysterachild is easily calmed by a new party entering the scene.
Ok...harder....
Fire which has no place to escape keeps building up pressure, until a window burst, at which point, it "flashes" and goes crazy.
Dryers can melt.
Smoke kills before fire.
One of my mom's cats escaped the fire and hid under a heating unit.
In the same room as melted dryers, a piece of paper artwork can survive under a pile of clothes.
A piece of glass can hold it shape and still be ashes, you only have to touch it to find out.
When you are sad digging thru burnt up things you knew your mother loved, a kitten crawling out of nowhere can make you smile.
Kittens rescued from fire are very loving and thankful.
The aftermath of a fire is overwhelming, even if it wasn't yours.
And it makes you belly hurt.
I can keep a smile for about 12 hours before tears take over, and I can go about five days before my body shuts down and against my will, shuts down.
You can remove the look of fire damage, but not the smell.
Glass can smell.
Seriously.
When everything is dark and scary, God sends people with flashlights.
There is no need which you have, which God will not meet, though it may come from the oddest of places.
And that's all I have to say about that....
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