I lived on Alabo Street in the lower ninth ward since 1999. The house was a three bedroom, but we all shared a bathroom. When you walked in the door you were in the living room. It wasn\'t very spacious after all the furniture and decorations my mother added. The next room in the house was the kitchen. It was an open kitchen with cabinets going all around it. We also had an antique wooden dining room table in there.\r\n\r\n After the kitchen there was the hallway the lead to the bedrooms. The first bedroom was my parents. It was the biggest bedroom in the house. They had a cherrywood bedroom set. In there was the queen size bed with the dresser and mirror, the armoire, and the nightstand. The middle bedroom was my brother\'s. His bedroom just had a bed and a dresser and mirror, with an extra large closet.\r\n\r\n The bathroom was across from my brother\'s bedroom. My bedroom was the last bedroom in the house. I had a bed with a dresser and mirror also. My closet wasn\'t as large as my brother\'s closet, but it was a decent size. \r\n\r\n We lived in that house until August 29, 2005, the day hurricane katrina hit. I just packed about three days worth of clothing because I thought that I would be coming back to my home. That thought soon changed when we saw the devastating photographs and images of the lower ninth ward.\r\n\r\n When I returned back home, for the first time after Katrina, on December 9, 2005, the scene was horrific. There had been more than 12 feet of water in my house. All of the furniture was every as if a tornado had hit. Mildew was all up the walls. Now my parents reside in Houston, Texas and say that they will not return to New Orleans. \r\n