My dad ran out. He shouted for help. I quickly opened the doors and pushed the horses out. I didn't know if the fire was going to reach the stable. My first thought was, I had to save my loved ones.
I ran for water. A few workers were still there, so they helped us extinguish the fire. But that was too late. An hour later there were only ashes. A little forage left, but it wasn't enough.
My father sat on the ground and he was crying. He clenched his fists and trembled. My heart ached for him. I never saw him in a state like that. I couldn't even cry, I was shocked.
Two weeks had gone and we still didn't know what to do. I tried to find an online job, but there wasn't anything I could do. My demons didn't let me go for one. I felt ashamed. I was young and I should have told my father
