The unfortunate thing is that in winter break a great fire suddenly arose and burned my house and other houses in the village completely. When we came, the fire was blowing, the raging fire was burning my house. We quickly carried the water to extinguish the fire but then it was too late. My little sister always secretly cried in the corner, she was so young she must have been terrified. The fire burned my home, the pigs, chickens, everything in my house. All the people in our village was crying, crying why God was treating us like that. Fortunately, there was still a wooden house which we extinguished the fire on time, otherwise there wouldn’t be a place to sleep that night. I stayed with my three uncles, that house was only 10 square meters big.

Once, the upper wall of my house suddenly collapsed but fortunately my father warned us, otherwise we would’ve been dead. God is really unfair, he hurts us again and again. Every time it rains the house will leak and then we will use the bowl to catch the rain.