smiles

July 11, 2013

I still remember how fun it was to be ten,

my dad would take me to the plantations of sugar cane;

and even now that I am twenty four,

I thank my dad for letting me know El Salvador, my first home.

My family came to the States, when I was just fifteen.

We've worked hard, and practiced honesty.

and every now and then I look back on the things I left behind.

I know now that the people would always be in my heart.

If you go to El Salvador you'll find it hard to find,

someone who's grumpy, or always with a frown.

For salvadorans believe that smiling is the best thing,

no matter the situation, when you're happy you'll always win.

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