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I smile when I think of my parents laughing,not understanding what they say, not a single thing.I smile when I capture a beautiful scene,loving the chemistry that lies in between.
My once white skin now a dark tan
10 years old and already working with my hands
My mother and father didn’t come from much but we got by with what we had
A job
Enough to eat and get by on these rags I call clothes
