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Hello my name is Denise mon of 6 ..Unfortunately me and my family experienced a home fire 2025 day after Thanksgiving..While the fire was caught from burning our home completely down we did loose our bat g room and boys bedroom ...We have been from couch to couch no stability and family in Louisiana through all this having to continue sending walking boys to school cause I have no car .. Please with your companion generosity and understanding me and the boys can start to rebuild and happily go home.We have no electric cause it was an electrical fire ..The boys lost all there clothes school uniforms coats bedding exc.Tge funs will rebuild our bathroom and bedroom ..Electrical wire is unaffordable for me along with other materials plywood drywall exc. We are thankful to have our health but hurting without a home in this bitter cold ..please help us rebuild any amount will do ..Thanks

The day after Thanksgiving 2025, my life changed in an instant. A faulty wire caused a fire in our home, and while the house didn't burn to the ground, the damage was devastating. The brave firefighters did everything they could to save our home, but in the process, they had to cause major damage to make sure the fire was completely out. Now, our house isn't livable. We have no electricity, no heat, and the entire place needs to be rewired, which is incredibly expensive. Every day since then has been a struggle. My boys and I have had to move into a shelter, and it's been so hard to see them lose their smiles and sense of security. I'm doing my best to stay strong for them, but the pain of this situation is overwhelming. I am thankful and faithful, but it's hard not to feel the weight of everything we've lost. As a mother, I know I have to keep going for my children, even when it feels impossible. What we need most right now is help to get the materials and repairs needed to make our home safe and livable again. Being able to move back into our first family home would be life-changing for us. The joy, relief, and hope that would bring are beyond words. I'm reaching out for support because I can't do this alone. Your kindness and generosity would mean the world to me and my boys, and would help us find our way back to happiness and stability. Thank you for reading our story and for any help you can give.

Hello, my name is Denise Bailey. I am a single mom of 6 wonderful, beautiful children: 4 boys and 2 girls. I'm 44 years old and just moved my family into our first home no more than 2 years ago in May 2024. Unfortunately, 4 of my children are grown, have high school diplomas, and are trying to figure out their next steps in life. This leaves me and my two boys, who are twins, Antwain and Ayden, age 14. Life has trials and tribulations for everyone to face. I was always taught God doesn't give more than you can bear. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? HEY, NO ONE CAN PREPARE THEMSELVES FOR A TRAGIC LIFE-CHANGING EVENT OR SHALL I SAY JUST A LIFE-ALTERING EVENT... This is now 2025, and it's literally the day after Thanksgiving, and the unthinkable happens. It's early afternoon, and I decided to take a ride to my mom's home. I left my twin Antwain home because I noticed he was asleep, and the kids are on a school break, so I let him sleep and took off. Everything is okay. My papa gets a long-distance phone call from his brother, and they're talking while we are sitting at the gas station pumping gas. His phone starts to beep; someone is calling. He ignored the call twice, so I got curious and said, 'Pops, who's calling?' He said, 'I don't know this number.' I looked, and it was my son Antwain, who was left home asleep. So the third call, I say, 'Hold on, Pops, answer.' Finally, we answered for him, and all I could hear were loud beeps in the background. To my knowledge, they were all the smoke detectors going off. 'Hello, hello, Twain, speak up, I can't hear you.' 'Mom, I think the house is on fire. The smoke woke me. It's dark smoke, I believe, coming from the basement. I grabbed my blanket and phone, and I'm out on the front porch.' In a panic, I said, 'Son, don't go back in for anything.' By this time, I had left the gas station and was on the long road stretch home. I'm blowing my horn as cars are moving slower than I like. I say, 'Pops, all the detectors are going off; there's a fire at home.' He remains silent as he drove in disbelief. I instantly called 911. I bet the fire department home, and my pops sprang into action, opened the basement door. Surely, black thick smoke that you can't see through nor walk through because the smoke choked you. The basement is on fire. I couldn't see the flames. Pops had grabbed a water hose on the side of the house, which had frozen. Damn, he came down to me, ran in, grabbed the bottom hose. Thank God for water. So he's spraying the basement. Finally, I see flames; they were above our heads in the basement. The water hit electricity, sparked, and aerosol cans were popping. It was horrific, but always remember, never panic. We controlled the fire, slowed down the flames from reaching the upper levels of our home. Twain, thank God you are okay. Put him in the car from out the cold. I'm so proud of him. It was an electric fire; a wire sparked and set the laundry room clothes ablaze. The fire department did their job, and I'm thankful, but they also had to cause significant damage to the walls, ceiling, and floors. We are fundraising to repair the significant damage caused by the fire and to ensure our home is safe and livable again. This fundraiser is for my family, especially my two boys, Antwain and Ayden, who need a safe place to live.