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“Don’t cry over spilled milk day” (Inspired by this list of silly holidays.)
The warning message on my phone had been accurately dire. Only the charred beams of the house remained. I saw Bella and Sadie out in the yard, doting upon a firefighter with a bag of treats. I pulled up behind the firetruck.
“It’s a total loss, ma’am,” one of the firefighters approached me, bearing forms.
“So the message said,” I sighed. “Do you know what caused it?”
“Electrical short, we think. We won’t know until the simulation results are in, and they run overnight. You probably know what I’m going to ask next.” He looked apprehensive. He glanced at the dogs, and back to me.
“I back up every week,” I said.
He relaxed noticeably. “Thank goodness. You don’t know how many fires I see where the family hasn’t backed up in five years. It’s devastating.”
“Do you know how to initiate the rebuild?” he asked. I shook my head and he walked me through the process.
“By next week, your house will be back at the state of your last back-up. A few details might be less current, say you hadn’t scanned a closet for a while. The insurance will put you up at a hotel until it’s ready.”
I looked over the ruins of my home, ruins of my memories. In a week, they’d all be back. Maybe not the same piece of paper I’d received at graduation, not the same toy my dogs loved to fight over. But nearly. I sighed.
“Are you all right ma’am? It’s a lot to take in,” the fire fighter said.
“No use crying over spilled milk.”