Port-au-Prince Revisited
A Tale of Then and Now — Day 7
Previously 👇
Reflection and Resolution
Heartbeats and Roses
For months, Vadim had admired Isabelle from afar. He watched her in the corridors, in the schoolyard — her laughter a bright thread weaving through the cacophony of adolescent chaos, always surrounded by friends, always the center of attention. A feeling had begun to bloom in his heart — a tender, delicate thing, yet now it filled his chest with a mixture of dread and exhilaration so intense it was almost suffocating. He felt compelled to tell her, much like opening a safety valve to release the pent-up emotions that seemed ready to explode within him.
How is a nerdy twelve-year-old loner without a single friend or mentor supposed to express his feelings? The other week, he caught a snippet of her conversation about loving roses. That tiny spark was enough to set his determination ablaze. Here he was, charting unknown waters without a map. Dad’s always lost in his art world, offering little help. And Mom, as much as she cares…
