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You don't know how important your home is until you lose it. It had an amazing scent just like buttery movie popcorn. If my home was a sight it would have been heaven till it turned to hell. If my home was a taste it would have been sweet syrup with tasty waffles. Before the fire at least…The feeling of home was like a warm cozy blanket on a cold winter day. Like the flames of the fire. On the day of the fire I didn't have a care in the world. But after the fire I couldn't not care about anything. The fire was all that was in my head.