I waited. For days I sat in the muddy swamp in front of my house and waited for someone, anyone, to come and help us. Our house, our new, used car, and every single thing we owned had been viciously swept away by Katrina. All we had were the wet clothes on our backs, and if we were lucky the worn shoes on our feet. All anyone could do was sit, pray, and wait. Since our entire family had always lived in New Orleans, we had no where to turn, no shoulder to lean on. My father and older brother left to find some type of food for us, anything would be like a Thanksgiving feast to our family at this point. The rain stopped and left a muggy atmosphere behind. I sat down in front of what used to be my house and cried. I cried for all of the memories we had in that house. It was the first place I had ever felt at home, and now it lies in ruins behind me. All that is left is the soggy beams and our soaking wet lifestyle. After saving every last penny for years to afford a home, how would we ever be able to scrape up enough money again? I dont know. All I can do right now is wait.
3 comments:
Ash you did a really good job on this one. I like how when you were reading it, you could put yourself in the same situation and it made the story much more realistic. Great job girl.
Wow I like this essay a lot also. Your descriptions were awesome and I really felt what it must have been like for that particular guy and his family at prabably the hardest time of their lives. Everything you mention about the wetness and the air and just the general sight of these surroundings really gives the audience a feel for this sudden pain. I would have no idea what to do next if I were any of the surivivors of Katrina either. Nice work! :)
The beginning of your essay immediantly caught my attention. I just wanted to keep reading. And also, i really liked how it was short and sweet. You got straight to point and i enjoyed ready your piece.
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