My Treehouse - A story about New Orleans
This is a story of a conversationa social worker had with a boy who left New Orleans after the flood for the big world.
"Hi John. I'm Susan. How areyou?"
"Okay I guess..."
"Tell me what it was like at your home..."
"Ok. I had a house and a treehouse. We had alot of trees in my yard.Daddy made the treehouse justt for me.."
I loved bringing my friends there... I could lie on the floor with them and the wind would shake the trees....we would dream that we were in different places. It was so cool.."
(John looked dreamily out into space..)
"John that sounds so nice..what happened to your house when it started floading?"
"John looks farther away. He stands up. His mouth forms a tight line... his skin color paled..
"My house ...got covered in water.. my tree house too...
"Uncle Joe says that there's a big hole in the ocean that makes the big waves...
"He said that our house and grandma got sucked into it."
Susna looked away too for a minute. A trace of a tear caught her eyes... there was a tightness, a sad feeling for the boy in her throat...she gulped..."I'm so sorry about your grandma.." she said.
John stared into space. He nodded.
"Do you think you'll ever return?"
"Mom and Dad think so. They said that they'll rebuld our house..and the treehouse...."