A note to Haiti

Dear Haiti

I'm sorry that there is so much pain in your mist, and I'm sorry I'm not there helping you get through this. but I'm here in America stuck in the busyness of life wanting to get out and i cant.

Haiti I'm sorry that you lost you mother, father, brother, sister, baby or friend. i know that the pain you are going through now must be great. so cry, yell, let it out America is hearing and we want to help. your not alone we are here, though you don't see us we can hear you and we are spreading the news. Cry and you and cry on me mourn and it will set you free and wait there will be a better day this is my Note to Haiti.