Looking at that contagious laughter, the sweet smile, the chuckling voice and the innocence of a child, no one will know what you have been through. You run, you jump and you rejoice as free as the wind, and as happy as a clam. Nothing matters to you at all, nothing except to make sure that your paper plate kite fly high.
The smell of death, the unattended ruble of ruins, the lack of cleanliness, the lack of food and not knowing where you will be housed for the night or whether you will ever see your family again. Nothing matters except that flying of a paper plate kite.
Life has taken such a path in your young life; you know not what this land of your birth will promise you next, but you are a survivor. Indeed you are a picture perfect of happiness, even your sad eyes do not betray the sadness that is surrounding you. Truly you are a hero, and the paper plate kite is your way of telling it all.
Please don’t stop supporting Haiti and please don’t ever forget them.
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