“The whole town is unrecognizable. You don’t even know what street you’re driving on. I know at least a dozen people who do not have houses, and those are only the people that I can get in touch with. So we are going back over to where my trailer is, what’s left of it. This is my home.” “What’s left of it.” “Yeah, what’s left of it. This is my home. My neighbors’. I mean, just every, everybody. This was my kids’ bedroom. This whole area right here, which isn’t much. We didn’t really have much, but we had, you know? I’m a single mom. I support my kids the best way that I can. I work all the time. I don’t know what to say when they keep asking me, ‘Are we homeless?’ I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say. Oh look, me and Christopher, a picture of me and Christopher. This is my kitchen, my stove, my furniture, my couches. I don’t know how I’m going to move forward because people keep asking me that. ‘How are you going to move forward? You have three kids.’ I don’t know yet because I don’t even really know how I feel. I don’t know if you guys can see it, but my bed is over in the church’s parking lot. This seems unreal. I have a lot of faith that all of this is going to work out because Panama has a lot of faith.”