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When I walked through what used to be my house after school that day,

I was shocked to see how much damage there was— whatever hadn‟t

burned was destroyed by the water and chemicals they had used to put

out the fire. The only material things not destroyed were the photo

albums, documents and some other personal items that my mother had

managed to heroically rescue. But my cat was gone and my heart ached

for her.

On his way back, he walked through his burned house and was shocked

to see the extent of damage that had been caused by the fire and the

water that had extinguished it. The only things that were safe were the

ones that his mother had rescued - the papers, photos and some

personal items. Zan had lost his cat too.

There was no time to grieve. My mother rushed me out of the house. We

would have to find a place to live, and I would have to go buy some

clothes for school.

Zan could not grieve the loss of his cat because they had to rebuild their

life. They had to arrange a place to live in, clothes, etc.

We had to borrow money from my grandparents because there were no

credit cards, cash or even any identification to be able to withdraw

money from the bank. Everything had gone up in smoke.

They had to borrow money from his grandparents as they did not have

their credit cards, cash or any identity proofs to withdraw money from the

bank.

That week the rubble that used to be our house was being cleared off

the lot. Even though we had rented an apartment nearby, I would go

over to watch them clear away debris, hoping that my cat was

somewhere to be found. She was gone. I kept thinking about her as that