I never thought I'd have to write something like this. My father's home-the place he built his life, the place filled with years of love, memories, and laughter-burned to the ground. In an instant, everything he owned was gone. He escaped with nothing but the clothes on his back. No belongings, no keepsake, no home to return too. My dad is a kind man who would give his last dollar to someone in need. He has always been strong, always worked hard, always put other's before himself. But now, he's facing the unimaginable-starting over with nothing. And this time, he needs help. The weight of this loss is crushing, and while we are grateful he made it out safely, the road ahead is overwhelming. The family needs a roof over there head, basic essentials, and support to begin rebuilding there life. I'm asking from the depths of my heart-if you can help in any way, please do. No donation is too small, and even sharing this with others could make a difference. Every bit of kindness, every prayer, every act of support means more than I can put into words. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for caring.