I was only five years old when it all happened, but the memories are still very alive. Hurricane Katrina struck my beloved city of New Orleans,Louisiana in August of 2005. Many people were left homeless, stranded and in need to help.As I gazed out the window of our little house, the only thing that was visible was the massive rain that was showering down all over the ward. The gusty wind roared like an angry beast. All the trees were toppled over, almost as if they were to shoot out of the ground. In the distance, the bayous overflowing the banks and making its way up to the streets that were nearby. The levee walls looked as if they could bust open at any give time. I knew if I were to open up the front door, I would have been taken by the
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While most of my family was working,or looking for work, my cousin and I were “home”, with our grandparents. In this time, my grandfather had taught me how to cook, we were bounding. Soon i started making dinner for the whole family. Nothing too fancy. It was definitely something I had to get used to, from eating étouffée to half of a ham sandwich every other day for dinner. After a while of me making sandwiches or fixing a big pot of ramen noodles for everyone, it seemed as everyone was depending on me to have something to eat ready when everyone came home from work. The living situations was also something to acclimate. It Sixteen of us in a three bedroom apartment, but somehow we made it …show more content…
It got exhausting after a while. I always thought to myself, “why were living the way we were living? Why was there so many of us squished together? When are we going back to our real home? ” All these why questions yet no one seemed to know the answers to. The longer we stayed together the more my mind always wandered off to when we were going back home. Our real home.
A lot of my family members always spoke to me as if i was a lot older than i was. Because i was very mature for my age, and i had taken on a lot of responsibilities, i was not a normal five year old. A part of me felt that i needed to be more responsible. When i came to realize that we lost everything to hurricane katrina, I saw how distressed my family was and i just wanted to make life a little bit easier for them.
It was all a bad situation, that had a good outcome. Leaving the place I called home and moving to another state, with only the things we could grab and shove into a tiny suitcase. Taking on the responsibility of a thirty year old housewife at only five years old. Looking back I am grateful for moving states and being able to grow up in a different environment than what I was used to. Developing the everyday life skills that came into great use as i was growing up. All of it has made me the person i am today and i wouldn 't have it any other
While most of my family was working,or looking for work, my cousin and I were “home”, with our grandparents. In this time, my grandfather had taught me how to cook, we were bounding. Soon i started making dinner for the whole family. Nothing too fancy. It was definitely something I had to get used to, from eating étouffée to half of a ham sandwich every other day for dinner. After a while of me making sandwiches or fixing a big pot of ramen noodles for everyone, it seemed as everyone was depending on me to have something to eat ready when everyone came home from work. The living situations was also something to acclimate. It Sixteen of us in a three bedroom apartment, but somehow we made it …show more content…
It got exhausting after a while. I always thought to myself, “why were living the way we were living? Why was there so many of us squished together? When are we going back to our real home? ” All these why questions yet no one seemed to know the answers to. The longer we stayed together the more my mind always wandered off to when we were going back home. Our real home.
A lot of my family members always spoke to me as if i was a lot older than i was. Because i was very mature for my age, and i had taken on a lot of responsibilities, i was not a normal five year old. A part of me felt that i needed to be more responsible. When i came to realize that we lost everything to hurricane katrina, I saw how distressed my family was and i just wanted to make life a little bit easier for them.
It was all a bad situation, that had a good outcome. Leaving the place I called home and moving to another state, with only the things we could grab and shove into a tiny suitcase. Taking on the responsibility of a thirty year old housewife at only five years old. Looking back I am grateful for moving states and being able to grow up in a different environment than what I was used to. Developing the everyday life skills that came into great use as i was growing up. All of it has made me the person i am today and i wouldn 't have it any other