In '92 my brother was born, I wasn't yet. Our house flooded, My mom and dad took to the streets with a camera.
I don't remember my parents building our house. I remember laying floors and tile some years later. I remember construction workers, and concrete pourers and Spanglish spoken by my dad.
In '93 my mom recorded over my dad's hunting tape. In 2017 I watched him play with all three of his boys in our backyard instead.