If I had a Haitian son...this would be him:
Mikelme Tekodi. He won a special place in my life the first time I went down to Haiti this past January. He chose me. Out of the crowd of people, he latched on to me and found me everytime - hanging on to my hand, arm, finger, pocket, shirt, or whatever he could grab. A very loyal little friend with a little bit of jealousy mixed in - when another little boy or girl would try to hold my hand, he became a bit defensive. So there is room for growth! But I love him and miss him dearly.
