Our house was not just a house -- it was our home. The first home I\'ve ever owned. The only house I\'ll ever own. I prayed to God to let me own a house before I was 40. Prayers answered! My son and I had moved around from apartment to apartment all his life. I couldn\'t afford to give him his own home. After my daughter was born and I was in my profession awhile, I was able to make that dream come true for all of us. And then, five short years Katrina took it away in one fell swoop. All our physical memories washed away in seconds. Sitting in brackish water for weeks. This is a photo of our front porch, where we run to when the rain comes, watch, smell and listen. God willing, it will look the same again. My children are older now, but their resolve is just as strong, if not stronger, than mine to get it all back. We\'re making new memories, but we\'ll never leave our home. They say \"home is where the heart is.\" Well, St. Bernard Parish is where our hearts belong. There\'s no place like home.