Joy

Joy. That's what I see when I look at him. Kind eyes that show the struggle of a boy who just wants to be loved, but doesn't know if that's possible because he's been abandoned by those he should be able to count on. I see hope that defies experience or logic. I see forgiveness and grace. I see a boy, becoming a man, who is reaching out for consistency and love.

I helped him put a temporary tattoo of Han Solo on his arm (which he's showing off here). I took his picture, laughed and joked with him. As we were getting ready to leave, he came up to me and gave me a big, tight hug. He then looked me directly in the eyes and asked "Will you please come to see me again?" He took the breath right out of me. "Of course I will be back to see you," I say. "I promise."

And with that, I now have someone waiting for me to return to Haiti. To laugh and joke and play. To remind him that people can keep their promises. And to make sure he knows his circumstances do not define him. I never thought I'd have a teen boy be my reason to return to Haiti. But look at that face. Look into those eyes. Of course I'll come see you again. A million times yes.