The catastrophe that happened last night destroyed my future

Last night’s fire didn’t just take flames to bricks and mortar—it swept through my memories, my present reality, and the dreams I’d worked so hard to build for the future. Decades of tireless effort, of sacrifice, of saying no to life’s smallest luxuries just so I could say yes to one dream: opening my own café.

Sixtyone Café wasn’t just a business. It was my story, my struggle, and a symbol of hope. It stood because this city stood with me—every kind word, every loyal customer, every helping hand gave it life.

Now I find myself starting from ashes. And while the fire took much, it didn’t take my spirit. I’m reaching out once more, not for charity—but for solidarity. Even the smallest gesture will help rebuild what was lost. I believe in this community because you’ve helped me rise before, and I know together, we can do it again.

With heartfelt gratitude and deep respect—thank you, always