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Dedication to my dad
My name is Brittany and I’ve been living in the lower ninth ward my entire life. 
 Since I was small I’ve heard stories about how bad my neighborhood was and I grew up 
 believing that I lived in the "hood". However, when I looked out of my window I did not see a 
 hood, I saw a community filled with people who cared for each other and a community that life 
 long friends could be made in. When Hurricane Katrina hit my pleasant community was ripped 
 away from me. Like most people when I packed for the storm I did not pack a lot. I was only 
 fifteen years old and was kind of excited to be getting a break from school so early, I saw this as a 
 mini vacation. I did not know that the worst days of my life were approaching. 
 
 My family and I moved from location to location, and in the mist of all that moving there 
 came a time when everyone broke down. I did not realize what was going on until recently. This 
 was the time when everyone realized that our family was homeless. We had nothing to do, little 
 money to spend, food was running out, and most of all nowhere to go. We were blessed to be able 
 to live in the back of my cousin’s nursing office in Plaquemine, La. This was not our home but 
 was still a place for us to stay, even though we had to take baths in a bucket, that was the least of 
 our concerns. We stayed in Plaquemine for almost two months when we learned that my brother’s 
 house in Kenner had little damage. We packed up our bags and headed for Kenner, my brother 
 had a two bedroom house and my family included seven people. Times were hard but we were 
 home and did not have to take bucket baths anymore! Things could not get any better! 
 Unfortunately, they did not. When the city allowed us to visit our house we learned that it was 
  otally destroyed.
 
 All of the memories of Sunday dinners, graduation pictures, and family and friends sleep 
 overs, were buried under mud left from flood waters. My house, the house that I grew up in, the 
 walls that helped raised me, the floor that help keep me stable was gone. So many holidays and 
 birthdays was shared in this house; my house held history, but all that history was washed away 
 with the flood waters. My family and I stayed in Kenner for almost a year until FEMA put a 
 trailer on our property. I was happy to have the trailer because a sense of normalcy was coming 
 back. 
 
 As of today I am still living in the trailer. Even though I am grateful to have it sometimes 
 it still hurts. I graduated from Xavier Prep on May 24th and I am on my way to Dillard 
 University. As I reflect over my teenage years it hurts because I never had a time that I could 
 have sleepovers, barbeques, or even just family and friends togethers. Even though those are not 
 the most important things in life it is something in which almost every other normal teenager 
 have. However, that is not the hardest part in my life. The hardest part is having to see my sixty 
 one year old father work on our house all by himself. My father is a carpenter and spends from 
 seven o’ clock to four thirty in the hot sun working on buildings, then he has to come home and 
 continue to work in the hot sun building our own home. We can not afford the help of contractors 
 or other carpenters. Since our home was completely destroyed, my father made it his 
 responsibility to knock down the old house, which was made out of concrete, and rebuild a new 
 one. It is almost time for me to leave for college and our home still is not done. 
 
 I did not only write this essay in order to make others feel bad for me, but I wrote this 
 essay hoping that I can show others how much of a good man that my father really is. Through 
 this essay I want to show him and other people not only in Louisiana but around the world how 
 much of a good man I have as a father. I do not want to see him work in the hot sun any longer, if 
 we could get the money I would be very appreciative. My father has been working without an 
 award for way to long and I think this is the perfect opportunity for me to reward him for 
 everything that he has done for me. Thanks for giving this opportunity, my family and I are very 
 appreciative.
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