That reminds me so heavily of a dream that I had. I took in a girl whose parents were killed. She eventually started to look at me as her father, and I looked at her as my daughter. But at the end of the dream she was killed by a rouge firework. I still remember saying "Daddy, help me, it hurts!" as she burned alive. I will never forget that girl for as long a I live. Nothing has ever affected me as much as that dream. I just wish I knew her name.