This is my home. It has been in my family for generations, dating all the way back to the early 19th century, being passed down from father to son upon the former’s passing. While it has seen many changes and renovations, even being all but destroyed in the wake of natural disasters, it has been rebuilt. The home itself is not what’s important; it’s merely the physical manifestation of my family’s history, of our lineage. Our birthright.Where once this home contained six rooms, now it holds three. The hardwood floors are not the same as those my grandfather walked upon, those were twisted and warped by floodwaters.