Jacmel Diaries

I meet the family of A, one of the boys from the town. I hope to get to know them for my writing project. I wanted to write about a family in Jacmel and their trials and tribulations turning it into a bigger writing project. I think after much thought I coincidently ended up at the door of the right people. This is the first Haitan house I have been inside. We go up a one man path of rocks. I see a bedroom and living room and a back room. They ask if I want a tour to see where 20something people sleep, I say no I’m not here to intrude. They don’t eat everyday. His father comes and kisses my cheek. A shares the idea of writing about them. They agree, sister asks me about my pen and paper. I just say I came to get permission tonight and I will return again. I give A a pep talk, he seems to need one. Opportunity is beyond slim. I haven’t seen him for a week, his blues still need healing. I am honored they have agreed to my idea. He writes me later, says thanks for having a dream for me and my family. I still and always will believe everyone has the right to dream. That is why I came here.