I remember when I lived in Haiti my grandmother bought brown shoes in a Michael Kors store for me for my first communion. When I first saw them, I was surprised and happy. They were very nice, soft and beautiful. My shoes made my feet feel very nice. When I wore them, I looked like a young girl. My shoes were very fancy. They looked like moccasins and everyone I knew liked my shoes. When I came to the US, I took them and put them in my suitcase. I liked them very much, but sadly the brown shoes do not fit me anymore. When I see my brown shoes, I think of my grandmother. They are very special for me and bring me many memories. I still clean them often and remember they are from my first communion. I have many shoes, but they are not as important as my brown shoes that my grandmother gave me.

– Katia Agenor

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant