The Earthquake. Finally.

G's buddy, 6 months older, often tells his family about his memories of Haiti.

G - never.

When he was first home, a trip in an elevator - feeling the floor move - would cause TERROR - screaming, clawing his way close to me - But he's never talked about it.  Earthquake, orphanage, anything.

He's been home over three years.  Plenty of opportunities.  Never.

On a recent morning we were cuddling.  I mentioned the orphanage.  And stories came out. 

How he felt the "rumbling in my heart."  Everyone was screaming and ran outside.  Then someone came and got him.  Took him outside, then inside, then outside.  The children all held hands outside.  There was no food.  If there was an earthquake here, our house wouldn't fall because "it's too short."  And more.

Memories of terror held silently in a little boy's mind.