“I remember standing on the picnic table holding the canopy. And my sons in the tent, they stay in the tent, is down on the ground, they over there crying and screaming in the rain, trying to look for the door. I remember all this, and if they take this away, what we have here? Where we going?”
“One roof over our head, somewhere to go to where we can say, that's home. That's all we need, is someone to care -- to care -- all we can grasp on is to hope.”