When I was seven years old my twelve year old sister set fire to our apartment by running through the house with a sparkler. It rendered us temporarily homeless and us three kids had to stay with family and friends for a while. This was not long after my father had died and was another serious blow to our well-being. Mom never seemed to question how this fucking god she believed in had a “plan” that allowed for this. Perfect indeed…
Edit to look for leftover bottle rockets