I am trying to find a job at The Bahamian Embassy. The people that are working there are my friends and they told me that they have not reopened the Embassy.
As I am writing to you now, my brother is working on the finishing of the plan. (I have asked Ruthie's brother to please send me a copy of the plan he is developing for a new home) There's not much left to be done.
We are trying very hard to have my sister, and my brother, my cousin to find work. Nobody has found work yet, but we are still looking forward to finding. They have given out resumes. For my mom, she cannot do anything. She has sewing machines but people don't want to give you clothes to fix for them because they are all trying to buy food and water and supplies with the least that they have.