A place you call home is a place where you feel comfortable. Your spirit, your hearth, your soul feel united to this place. I might be an immigrant to the USA, but my home is in Haiti. I think about Haiti every day, almost every minute. I miss its beautiful beaches, food and cultural atmosphere. I miss my country so much that sometimes I feel that I could travel there, and go straight to the beach, have fun with my friends, partying all night until we get bored and find something else to do. I am missing my delicious “Pate Kóde” mmm how good my pate is when it is fresh cook. And my favorite sweet mush called “Bouillie de Pomme de terre” (Mush potato), mmm what a delicacy!. I have so much that I can say about my country that I better stop now. See you.
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