This was Oct. 2000 in #Haiti.
Five very brave friends embarked on a journey that would change their lives forever.
Technically, he was the baby of the five children.
His tiny body was swollen from malnutrition.
It hurt to look at his tight skin, his breathing was labored.
To this day I can still hear him crying in my head.
It is a sound no child should make, know or understand.
I wondered about just how desperate his mother had to have been, sending him on a boat with five women she had never know.
His story would be layers of complicated as well,
A puzzle if you will.
His father, his mother, created boundaries that blurred lines between what was right and what was wrong.
Only hints of the truth could be heard, mixed in the brokenness of my language in the early years.
Oh such a tangled web we weave.
