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It was April 30, 1997.

Albert Marty started feeling sick at around 11 o'clock in the morning.

Not exactly sick, like a cold or stomach bug.

It was more like her nerves were telling her something was wrong.

I will describe it as anxiety because my stomach was rolling, bubbling. Yet it was just a regular day.

She was attending day classes at Bunker Hill Community College in the Boston area where she lived.

She was far from her family, including her younger sister, Marie Altadour, who lived in South Florida.

A month earlier, Albert had been in Florida visiting Marie, who she called Mommy.

Marie had just given birth to a second daughter, Sabrina.

And their mother, Teresa Laverne, was there in Florida too, visiting from Haiti.

I told my husband, Mommy, is in Florida too, visiting from Haiti. I told my husband, Mommy is in Florida helping Mommy.

Let me go visit before she goes back home.

And the reason why I did that, because it was my birthday.

And then I said, let me go spend my birthday with Mommy.

And it was an Easter Sunday.

It was a short trip, just four days.

But it's a good thing Albert went.

I will never regret that I did that, because I never knew that I was my last Easter with

my mom.

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