I was going through some pictures on my computor and found this one. It's a picture of my father when he just turned eightteen and made his way to america from mexico. He was pushed threw a opening in some fence and swam the rio grande into california.(This is when it was ok to do it) Where he met my mother, and she taught him english, how to read, and write, and got him a job and took care of him. Where they fell in love. Had children. Moved to oregon where they would spend the rest of their lives. Or so they thought. Well that's a another blog. This one is about me. How i look so much like my father. i mean my face is dead on. My eyes, smile, skin tone, hair. ears. Everything.... All my life.. this is the man that i never wanted to be... and now i look like him.
Dearest father.... Thank you for your looks.
Your Princessa Son.
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