Thank you Papi.
Sitting by the sea thinking of where I grew up my thoughts naturally went to you my father, my rock, and I wondered... looking at the waves leaving in the sand their trace... Would I do what you did if I were in your place? Would I leave what I know without knowing what I'd face? I would like to think I would, but how could I be sure I would do what you did for me, just so I could think and pray, just so I could grow up free?. I want to thank you Papi for loving me, for bringing me here far away... Sign in to see full entry.