I know you haven't seen my lovely face much these days, but as of late, it's been covered with soot. To put it bluntly,
our trailer caught fire and was burnt to the ground.
I barely escaped with my life when our microwave caught fire, after a meatloaf mishap.
It was terrible! Though the article claims only one person got out of inferno, in truth, Mr. Moans barely had time to scoop me up with one arm and handful of our runts in the other, and haul us all across the linoleum, out the screen door. With him carrying us all, we all must have looked like one giant mass.
Our trailer home went up and ablaze like a box of tinder-wood, and it was all engulfed in 2 minutes.
Those brave American
® firefighters worked all day long, but there was nothing left to salvage after they put out the flames. They still never clued into what caused the fire, but I swear it was mixture of meatloaf and Satan!
I wish I could say our loss was purely material, but as it is I lost 2 of my 16 kids in the disaster. I tearfully say goodbye to my little Bobby, and well, not quite as little Angina. I watched her in her last moments as she bubbled up in the flames like a sack of blubber before turning a ghastly black. I suppose it was an ironic comeuppance for her for being too slow to exit.
I don't question why my Lord saw it fit to call them home to Jesus early; God is good, and has His reasons.
Thankfully Mr. Moans has a healthy insurance plan from the Veterans' Bridge Pool at the local Legion. Please, no donations, just your thoughts and prayers will suffice in this time of grief.
-Dolli