Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Boy
I remember how small he was when I held him in 1992. I remember that he grabbed my shirt and cried when I tried to set him back down in his crib. Haitian boy, it has been seventeen years since I sat in a rocker in an orphanage in Port-Au-Prince and you fell asleep in my arms. Are you still alive today?
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Every once and awhile I have thought of this orphan boy. When the earthquake hit Haiti, I wondered about him. I still wonder about him.
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