Tania’s brother was finally able to get a visa for her mother to come from Haiti. This was the first time that the boys and I had ever met her mother, brother and the other 800 relatives (figuratively speaking). There was Cousin Fifi who is larger than life and chased the boys around to give them hugs and kisses.
It was an experience that is hard to put into words.
We spent the weekend in NYC. We did not do much sightseeing, but focused on building family bonds. We did take a drive into Manhattan one night to see the lights with Tania’s mom. It was beautiful, but we cut it short because it was terrifying to her mother. She has never been out of Haiti and to go from a place that has small, wood houses to massive concrete structures with people literally everywhere scared her to death.
On our last day we went to Coney Island. The whole experience is something that I will never forget. I feel complete now.
