Maya Angelou's Short Story

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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you." This quote by Maya Angelou means that everyone should tell their story because there is no greater gift than the ability to tell your own story. I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. My house was on the corner of Crete St. and Bellechase St. It was a red and white two story house with more than an acre of land behind it. As a child my dad would bring me to the neighborhood washateria to eat nachos with a lot of jalapeno peppers and play the game machines. Sometimes my dad would bring my puppy, duke, outside for exercise and wait outside while I play the games. On warm sunny days, I would walk to Bayou St. John to watch the sunset. The beautiful sunset was a canvas …show more content…

“What?” He looked outside the window. “Where is he?” I pointed outside the window. “There he is.” I said as I wiped my tears away. “Don’t worry baby girl. I’ll go get him.” He said as he walked out of my room and towards the front door of our home. “Michelle! Michelle! Duke’s outside!” My grandmother from the porch.
I ran outside to see if the news were true and it was. He was doggy paddling to the steps of our home. I grabbed him and held him in my little arms. My uncle handed me a towel to dry him off. That was only day one. About three days after hurricane pasted, we began looking for supplies and food because we were low on supplies. The news radio station said the National Guard would be over the Mid-City area in a few hours. So we all went and sat on the porch awaiting their arrival. Once the National Guard came, they began dropping down care packages randomly. Fortunately, they dropped a bag of packages near our house. My dad and uncle ran outside and swam towards the packages. In the distance, more packages fell into the water. I watched as people fought and killed for the packages. My dad and uncle grabbed the packages and swam back to our home. I never ate packaged food so I didn’t know what to do to cook them. “How do I cook this without a microwave?” I asked my …show more content…

There, hundreds of people were gathered to wait on more rescue teams. There were supposed to carry us to the airport so we can leave New Orleans. We refused to leave without my dad and uncle. When they arrived, we all got onto a truck and were carried to an airport. When brought to the airport, we stood in line for hours waiting on an airplane. Hours later, we became next in line, waiting on another airplane to arrive. My father and uncle spotted a tour bus loading, it was already loaded and ready to leave, but they stopped it. Fortunately, it had four seats left. My family boarded and went to their seats. I had to sit on my dad’s lap because the bus was at capacity, as a small child, I didn't mind. I fell asleep for the whole

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