Part 1 A Beautiful Franchy Begining.

 Hi, how are you?

Upon reading my frantasticly beautiful posts, I realized I hadn't properly introduced myself. I'm sure you would love to know where the wonderful, beautiful happily ever after started. Where it all began and where I truly madly deeply want it to end. 

Well, it all started on a humble island called Haiti. Where my hard upbringing taught me many difficult lessons. Lessons on what truly madly deeply matters. For instance, love, family, and good mental health. No, we did not have much, but we had each other.

Yes, my sister and I always had each other. I was the second child born on October 31, 1982. Yes, on a beautiful Sunday. The future was my sweet oyster waiting for me to come out and play. My blue eyes shone with all the beautiful, wonderful possibilities.

Yes, as a parent, you always want your children to reach their full potential. Be the very best that they can truly madly deeply be. Well, my mom wanted the same exact thing, which is why she brought me and my sister to New York on January 16, 1991. Letting us see all the beautiful, wonderful possibilities that the Big Apple had to offer. 

I remember being cold, not speaking English, and just being confused about this newfound land. Haiti is a poor country, while New York is one of the most expansive places to live. With the average rent being at 3000 a month. Needless to say a big frantastic difference. It's a beautiful culture shock if you will.

Luckily, I had my ready-made American family to help me assimilate and learn this truly beautiful state in the northeast. I was 8 years old then and just a baby myself. I grew up here when things were simple and fun.