She is beautiful.
She is a young Haitian girl living in the Dominican Republic.
The public schools in the Domincan are supposed to allow her to attend. Instead they exclude her and many other Haitian children because they are often undocumented and sometimes orphans and/or homeless. As a result, this young girl and 26 other Haitian children ranging in ages from pre-schoolers through junior high schoolers are receiving their educations in a one-room shanty from a pair of Haitian pastors.
I was invited to visit the school and meet the children during my recent trip to the Dominican. It bothered me a great deal as this school is just 5 minutes away from well-appointed public and private schools in the heart of one of the Dominican’s largest cities.

She is beautiful.

She is a young Haitian girl living in the Dominican Republic.

The public schools in the Domincan are supposed to allow her to attend. Instead they exclude her and many other Haitian children because they are often undocumented and sometimes orphans and/or homeless. As a result, this young girl and 26 other Haitian children ranging in ages from pre-schoolers through junior high schoolers are receiving their educations in a one-room shanty from a pair of Haitian pastors.

I was invited to visit the school and meet the children during my recent trip to the Dominican. It bothered me a great deal as this school is just 5 minutes away from well-appointed public and private schools in the heart of one of the Dominican’s largest cities.

In nearly a decade of marriage, I had never met my brother-in-law nor his daughters, my nieces. Over the Christmas holiday, I finally got to meet them all. Now, I might not have gotten to have spent as much time getting to know them all as I did were it not for the fact that my brother-in-law became jealous of my other brother-in-law’s Christmas photos from last year which I shot. A conversation ensued, a call was made, I cleared my morning, and we had a regular family reunion with my wife, her two brothers, and their families. For them, it was all about catching up. For me, it was all about recording some new memories of being together for them.

These are my nieces, Kayla on the left, and Reagan on the right.