It runs through his veins,
He tries to produce it, but he's body does not allow it.
He needs the transfusion and he takes the transfusion because he knows it is for his own good.
I don't want him to know.
Yet, I know he is strong.
He is strong because he migrated all of us to the United States.
He is the reason of my writing.
I write to honor him without him knowing.
For he gave me life.
I am who I am because of this man.
I have a voice because of him.
I choose to speak and express myself because he has exposed himself.
I love him and that's all that matters.
Thank you, my great father.
I know who I am, because of you.