At seven years old my father decided to take me to live with him in the Capital of Haiti. Full of regrets, I left my grandmother with my mother out from the Capital in Cornillon a place in province. And I moved to my father's house in Port-au Prince Capital of Haiti. Arriving to his house in the capital, we had a nice life together. As a man he took care of me very well. He fed me, showered me, took me to school every morning and every afternoon when he was home If he would not home for a day he make sure somebody else would do it. He thought I was too little to do these things by myself because in Haiti it is not like in America you have school bus available for you, in Haiti student don’t have this opportunity unless your parents hire someone privately for you or you go by public transportations. Generally he used to do everything for me. What I liked the most was when he took me out  every evening around 6 to 8 pm after I finished my homework my study he took to buy some hot tea and (fritay) what we call fast-food in the United States but we do it in a different way in Haiti.  In Haiti what call fast food it like fried pork, fried hot dogs, fried potatoes, fried plantains etc. what’s make it more funn it’s like the way they sell like they sit around the street  in a nice weather as you know it always summer time in Haiti. Sitting outside around the street or in your back yard with your family and friends with  a nice plate of fritay  it very fun it even more fun  around the street at night once you stay nice and quiet you make any drama you can have high music everybody enjoyed it  police officers won’t get no phone calls from neighborhood to complaint about your nosy nothing.

At the end of the year in June 1999 my father moved to the United States to live with my step mother. I stayed with my brothers and sisters. Since that time my life started to change, I had to wash my own clothes, nobody took me in and out from school no more, even a good grade I couldn't make in school no more, because I had nobody to look over me nobody cares if I studied or did my homework nothing. The only thing I didn’t do was cooking my own meals, but at age 13 I started to cook for myself. Everything had changed. I started to think about When he was in the house how he used to help me, with my studies; once he left I didn't have anybody to help me. When I got home from school if I studied my lessons and did my homework I did it, but nobody cared. Perhaps when he was there everybody always make sure I did well, because of his presence they pretended to be care. When I realize I was the one who was responsible for my own care like that even I wasn’t able to, I started  to asked, why did my Father take me away from my Grandmother and my mother ? If I was still living with them, I would not be in this situation…….to finish… Two years later, for summer vacation I went back to see my grandmother. She was very excited to see me. We had fun and everybody was happy. What made me more Happy was when she called all her grandchildren and grouped us together with our parents and we took a trip to a river half an hour from our house?

 We had a lot of fun we ate a lot of grilled fish and we drank a lot of coconut water. I really enjoyed my whole month with them. Then I came back in the Capital to continue with my school. I couldn't leave them especially my grandmother but I had to leave because I couldn't stay any longer.

In 2005, I was far away from my mother's family. The communications were not like it is now, at that time most of the people had no cell phone or a home phone in their house, so it was hard for us to communicate with each other.

 One day I decided to visit my mother's cousin, she was the closest of my mother's family member in the capital. When I got to her house, she asked me: "did you hear from your mother?" No, why? I replied. She said to me: "your grandmother had passed away two weeks ago", that was on Thursday. I was so quiet and I couldn't say anything just the way she sounded to me made me cry and she was crying also. Right after, I made my way back to my house without saying anything. But in my mind I knew "it was impossible for my grandmother to die, and my mother would not say anything to me. No, No, No, it was impossible because she knew how close we were together."

 A month later I realized that was really true and the funeral was already over. At that time there were no morgues in the city, and the body could not have stayed for more than two days in the house. I was worried, and asked; why did my mother do that to me? Because my grandmother was sick for a few months before she passed away, and my mother never told me about it.

 

I didn't know why - probably she thought I was too young; my presence would not mean a lot, or maybe she was afraid of my father? I don't know. Because when my father took me away from my grandmother and my mother he didn't want me to go back to see them.

  Three years after her death, I visited them my pain and my worries were getting worse; then I heard from my uncle that my grandmother last words within her last breath: were: “would you let me go without seeing my daughter Didine"? She said to my mother. She used to call me Didine.

 

  I finally realized everybody has a time to live is life and when it's time to go when God wants you or call you nobody can't stop it. This is a way to say I can forget her death but forget her last words that's will never happen.