 I remember if I were to see a picture of myself then, I looked normal, but I know that I wasn't okay. And I was just kind of this disheveled person going around my house, texting my sisters, asking what they wanted to save. My sisters also didn't think it was real because she only asked to save her Halloween costumes and her high school yearbooks. After the fire, she wished she'd saved different things. It was just too hard to get your head around it.