Haitian Mother's Day

I was abruptly awaken in the wee hours of the morning by my mother's voice commanding us to wake up, "Leve! Leve! Leve!" Rise! Rise! Rise! I turned over on the bed to find that my older brother, although confused, was already awake, but my younger brothers were still asleep next to me. My mother stood in the middle of the room with a small oil lamp in her outstretched arm, high above her head. The light flickered furiously as she floated across the room. "Leve! Leve!" she screamed again.(more...)

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