I received word from my mother via cell phone after Hurrican Wilma. The shed which contained all of my childhood memories and family momentos was destroyed. There are openings in the roof. Power will be out for probably a month. My mother has to start over now. She doesn't know how to get to her two jobs. The landlord lives in Georgia and doesn't care about fixing the place as long as the rent is paid. Hence, my mother refuses to pay the rent and decides to get out of Miami as soon as possible. First, she will have surgery. My middle brother is helping her out getting all of the debris from the area. No way to get even mail. My mother found out that my youngest brother is still angry with her for kicking him out and wants nothing to do with her. There's no reason for anybody to stay. Miami is no longer home. All remnants of family life in New York and Miami have been wiped out by the storm. It feels like the first 17 years of my life was nothing more than a memory.