The first time I encountered very different people from me was actually when I met my grandfather’s family. For context, my grandfather is Haitian, and he left Haiti for Canada when he was twenty-five years old. His part of the family all stayed in Haiti, which is why I only met them about three years ago, when they moved to Toronto. Admittedly, it is quite strange to say that I have cultural differences with my own family, but it is simply the truth. They lived in Haiti for the most part of their lives, and so they have very different traditions and beliefs than I do. They are deeply…