Twenty years after my family fled a brutal dictatorship on the island of Haiti, I peered out the window to watch our small plane maneuver through clouds that drifted passed lazily and over the emerald green mountains that glimmered obstinately in the morning sun. Down below, small farms blooming with seasonal crops dotted the land. As we landed in the small airport of Cap-Haïtien, Haiti I wondered if I’d remember the city of my birth- and if it would welcome me.