Our amiga, M, who went back to Haiti to protect her six-year-old daughter that isn't allowed to live here with her and her husband, until uncountable hoops have been leaped through and paid a fee for, each, and every, single, one, substantially, by people who don't have much money to start with.
Well, malaria. She has it.
The dna tests were successfully completed and the conclusion was that M was K's mom could not be ruled out by a factor that just missed 100% by some inthly fraction of a nano. That's how they do.
But now they have to file a 'translated' version of the test, plus fee, with the Haitian authorities.
M has been in Haiti now for 5 months. As someone with a U.S. spouse, with permanent residency granted to her -- if she's out of the country for six months, she loses that, and the process to get M back into the U.S. will have to start all over again too.
Mz's hopeful that she and K will be here by September.
He's planning our annual New Year's Eve rituals and celebrations even now. He says, "K is going to dance for New Year's."
Please, please, please, please.
We will be here, up from C-town, for New Year's with M, no matter what.
Mz wanted to help us celebrate our anniversary last night. But his heart, o his sore heart, it is in Haiti.