I set my house on fire.

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Hello, mylotters. I am writing from Claudia´s house after I took a shower and washed my hair. Yes, I set my house on fire. I placed a small pot with oil to heat because I wanted to fry some of those sweets I told you once. But while it was heating I decided to transplant one of my cacti. I entered through my bedroom´s glass door and I heard a crash. It could not be Luna. Robbers maybe? So I went to the kitchen. The pot and the stove were on fire with big flames! I run to the stove to turn off the gas, run to press every single button from the ADT alarm service and called my brother who lives nearby to ask him for an extinguisher. But he was at the seashore three hours away from my home. I called Claudia and she, too, was elsewhere but in Santiago. I called my neighbors so that they would call the firemen as I did not know at that moment what to do. Both of my neighbors called the firemen and soon one of them came with a chair so that I could sit on the sidewalk. 3 loud firemen noisy trucks soon came. I opened the house and they went in with big hoses. One of the firemen stayed with me and asked me my name and whether I was the owner of the house. The whole house stinks. And I don´t know if any of the food inside the kitchen can be saved, even the one inside the fridge. And I have to get an electrician as the fire caused a big electricity problem. On Saturday, Marco will go with an electrician (I´m keeping my fingers crossed) because the most important thing is to repair the electric system. Then later on, I will have to think again about the future. As I always said until a few years ago "what will I do when I grow up?" It seems that this fire is telling me something. My house will need a mayor repair and a big cleaning. Dixie is going abroad so I can´t count on her. As Scarlett O´Hare said in Gone with the wind “I’ll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.” It has been for ages my favorite quote.