For those of you who have never met my parents, Pablo and Josefina, I would like you to see them as I see them. I see hands loving, hard working, and aged. These were the hands that sustained my sisters and me. The hands that disciplined and the hands that pointed the way to brighter futures and better lives. They sacrificed and toiled for us but they never complained. The hands are now 87 and 89 years young.
This is how I will remember them: one labored all the time and wrote in his free time; the other cooked and shared her opinions on everything and she made us strong.
