My important object is a picture of my old house. My old house caught fire about a year ago, and my family and I have a lot memories in that house. One memory is when we first moved in, and I realized that my best friend moved in on the next street, and then she spent the night for the first time. We both worked hard to paint my room and other parts of the house. We also played games on my phone, and then we fell asleep. Even though there were not many things to do there, we still had fun. When the house caught on fire, I was upstairs in my room right across from the room that caught on fire. The fire was caused by a faulty wire that the landlord was supposed to have repaired, but he did not. There was smoke coming under my door, so I opened the door, saw the fire, and told my cousin as well as my brother and mom. My mom tried to put the fire out, but it was too big for one person to extinguish, so we just had to get out. Our pets all ran outside except for our guinea pigs who died sadly. Everything we had was either ruined by fire, smoke, or water. Now we live upstairs from my grandma, and also we are slowly getting back the things we use to have before the fire.