Ecuador, How I Love Thee.
Oh Ecuador, how I love you.
From your gargantuan mountains,
To your beautifully gorgeous beaches,
And a sky that's always blue.
From the smell of gasoline
To the awesome malls you have.
Oh Ecuador,
How I love you.
I'm proud to be Ecuadorian.
That part is very true.
Oh dear lovely Ecuador,
How I love you.
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KaiKDemonion
I was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador. At the age of 5, I moved to New York. At the beginning of 7th grade, I moved to New Jersey. At a young age, I became ill with appendicitis, which then turned into peritonitis. The doctors in Ecuador gave me 10% chance to live, and I moved to NY precisely because I needed a fourth surgery. Without that last surgery, I wouldn't be here. My parents believe I'm a miracle, and I might as well be.
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