I am not of your country…. originally, you see. I was born in America- the land of the strong and the free….. You know the largest industrial complex in the world?! Proud, first generation Americana; born right down south in New Orleans….. Party Town, Mardi Gras!
But, then one day not so long ago; my vida, my life! Was changed forever! A terrible horribles storm came….. It was a scary and traumatic time for me & my family. My family, I lost them, or rather they lost me…. I’m not sure how it happened exactly….. It was such a confusing time. The People, they called this awful time “Hurricane Katrina”.
And, suddenly, I found myself a refugee? A refugee in America?!
No home to go back too, and no family to be seen….. And craziness everywhere! Did I mention how scary it was? I was still very young at the time, but I remember…. I was so hungry, and hot, and no agua. For three days I think? Then I was “picked up” like and transported to this big noisy shelter camp. The camp sucked. But the best thing about the whole thing was, I got to “hang” with my new amigo, Mr. Sean Penn [he was whipping around New Orleans, like a mad man-- righteous dude! Hi Sean]. And Miss Oprah Winfrey came to the “camp”, one day. She did not give me a car, and her dog Sophie is not so hot….
No place to go, and at the mercy of strangers….. What to do with the Senorita….? What to do? Would you believe? An Angel found me!
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