BROOKLYN — The Haiti I know does not come from the media or even textbooks. It comes from childhood stories, blurry photographs and the way my parents spoke about it with both love and respect. As a Haitian American, I have grown up connected to a land I have never stepped foot in, a place which plays a significant role in shaping my identity. While Haiti feels close at times, there are moments where it seems unreachable, like grabbing for an ob…