A sad return to old home
The weekend fires destroyed more than just apartments. They were homes where people created cherished memories.
I know, because once upon a time when my son was a toddler, I was struggling. The lower east side apartment of one of the buildings was our home.
At the time, it was just cheap housing. It didn't seem like much to an outsider, but it was ours. I worked hard to make it our clean, well-furnished home.
Within the walls, we built a safe, peaceful home. We dreamed there. We played there.