Angelica Bryant’s grandmother’s house burned to the ground. Though, this fire has a happy ending.
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My grandmother’s house that she lived in for more than twenty years burned down not too long ago. It held lots of good memories from my childhood… not to mention old photographs and other little mementos. It sounds kind of sad, and it was sad for my family in many ways. But in the bigger picture — it cleared a way for a new life for my grandmother.
Let me explain:
Some of my family members who stayed at my grandmother’s house, along with some of their friends, were not the best of people. They used to come over at all times of the night, just to hang out and do drugs. My grandmother would kick them out, but they always would return, almost as if they were addicted to the house as much as the drugs.
After the fire, like the city of Atlanta after the civil war, a new life arose from the ashes. If Atlanta never burned down, it may have never become the wonderful city that it is today. And if my grandmother’s house had never caught fire, she wouldn’t have been able to start her new and better life, by herself.