When he landed in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Clovis Baptiste was aware there was a small possibility some of his family members could be waiting for him. But it wasn't until he lifted his mother off the ground and held her tight that he experienced the joy that comes with confirming that loved ones are alive and well.
The ever-present stench of rotting flesh that filled his nostrils and lungs as he embraced them, though, served as a reminder that not everyone had such a reunion.
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