It was Memorial Day 2014, my whole family was home for the first time in a long time. My family and I were all up at our shop welding a plow for my mom's new lavender field. We had been working hard on it since 11:00 in the morning. Kaden, my older brother, was welding, and my dad was grinding metal. They worked until it was finished that evening. Later that night, Kaden went into the living room to ask my dad a question, he looked out out the window and screamed at the top of his lungs, "THE SHOP IS ON FIRE, CALL 911!!!"
Before I could get my boots on, my dad was already outside spraying the fire with our garden hose, and moving his truck and four wheelers. The building was almost fully engulfed by the time the fire department had arrived. My brother rushed up to the Redlands Mesa Fire department and he waited about 20 minutes waiting for the head chief to get there to take a fire truck. At that moment, I am sure that his heart was beating extremely fast, because he could see the flames from the fire house and …show more content…
My dad is a pretty strong man, however, when he looks up at the burnt ashes, I just know that he hurts deep down inside. That shop probably had more valuable things in it than my house does. It was kind of like a second home for him. That shop held memories from bringing a sick foal in and doctoring it, to sewing our own customized bag from scratch. Things such as his great great grandparents pocket watches had burnt and are almost impossible to replace. The worst downside of it was that my dad had taken our insurance off of the shop for a short period of time, and it just happened to be memorial day weekend when our fire