On my trip to Haiti I met this beautiful little girl named Jericah.  The village she lived in didn't have much, she didn't wear underwear, didn't have anything but a tiny little dress that barely covered her bum.  But she was the brightest, happiest little girl.  She was always excited to meet new people, and opened up to you so easily.
























When we first met Jericah she had a pink little dress on that said "Princess." She took on the nickname princess for the rest of our time there.