Am I really going to do this? Can I go back to Haiti? I know I definitely want to, but is it logical? Is it doable? I had made the decision to go back home, but now I had to sit myself down and go over the pros and the cons of moving back to Haiti. This process ended up being more of an elimination of cons, since the cons seemed to popping up from everywhere.

"The USA will never be home. I’m going back to my country." My mother repeated this regularly ever since we first moved here (or should I say, ever since we came and did not go back, like we had originally planned) from Haiti to the States. She would say it to us, my brother and me, when she had to wake up early to go to a job that she hated (she worked as a CNA). She would repeat it when she got home late because the bus was running late, and she had to stand in the cold, especially since, as she put it, “nan peyi m mwen gen 3 machinn k ap manje pousyè ap tann mwen. Back at home, I have 3 cars collecting dust, waiting for me.” She would even mutter it at night right before dozing off during one of her prayers, or after reading more news about police brutality.

This is the second installment of our "Whispers" series. Last time, we covered a very serious topic. Today, we decided to cover a topic that is a little more spicy. We are not condoning infidelity, nor are we condemning anybody in this situation. However, for the purpose of storytelling, we have decided to bring you a different type of "love story" this Valentine's Day. The Chocolate Confessions of Secret Lovers.

I realized that I was sick not too long ago. Let’s say it has been about 2 years. But, until then, I had no idea that I was suffering from an illness and that it could be treated. I just knew that I was not "normal" that I was not made for this world (I continue to think that). I suffer from depression ever since I can remember, and right now I am at my umpteenth relapse.