Refugee in my own city
When I evacuated I remember being so young. I was around the young age of 9 or 10 during Katrina. The thing I remember the most was the chaos on the news from the hotel rooms and not knowing where we were going to sleep that night because every single hotel room in every bordering state was full. I watched the news as they discussed a cop jumping off of the super dome and falling to his death; I watched bodies floating and people on the roof tops and looters rummaging through the flood with tv's on their back. I remember the levees breaching and my aunts tears rolling down her face as she watched her house under water on the news. And the devastation of returning back to our home, broken and corrupt. Price gouging was an issue at returning and the fact that there was little to no gas in the city didn't help either. My restaurant was one of the first to reopen after the storm and i was working day and night trying my best to help out my parents and go to school the best I could. I learned a lot during and after my evacuation and I am thankful that I lived and learned.