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We sat in the local library, going through the references. Sure enough, I'd found a bazillion articles on the house that had burnt down, the 2 kids, and the family. It seemed that the whole community had been grieving for their loss.

"Seems as though your family was mighty popular," Wilbur said as he read through an article. They talked about Sally and Robert Gutner, and their 3 children, Adam, Jonathan, and Jessalyn. They told about how the youngest of the 2 boys had been able to get his baby sister out of the house just in time. The other 3 family members were later found, and carried out of the rubble.

There was a photo, provided by a family friend. I looked at the photo, and recognized all the people, asides the man. The man even looked vaguely familiar. He was a part of me. I traced the outlines of their faces.

There was another part where they had interviewed a close family friend. The quote was sweet and simple, and I adored whichever person had said it.

"Sally and Rob were great folks, had great kids. Adam, Jonnie, and Jessie are 3 kids who will never be forgotten, no matter where they're at."

I felt tears coming to my eyes, and quickly closed the program. We were here. I copied down the street address of my old house, and we left accordingly. I dried my tears on the way there. We pulled onto the street that I once had known so well. I saw that my house was gone, replaced by another. On either side were 2 houses though, that I remembered from my mind's pictures.

I jumped out of the car as soon as it pulled over, and ran to the house on the left side. I knew the way there by heart. No car, no nothing. Then I knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I was so confused. I felt thick tears bubbling up, and I felt them rising to my eyes. They spilled over and flooded into my hands.

I sat down on the porch and cried. I had been here. This was home. But where were the people? Why weren't they home when I needed them to be? I needed to talk, and no one was there for me.

I screamed, and banged my fist on the wall. Norma and Wilbur just sat beside me, and tried to keep me from hurting myself.

 

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