
my father was two years old when he was abandoned with his brothers. My grandfather worked in the field. when he finally came home, his children were not there. he died of cancer. my father went through several foster homes. he suffered in many ways. as an adult, he was reunited with his brothers. except with ana, she will not ever see again. in this photo is my father, my Uncle John who I never met, he died of cancer, and my Uncle Peter. sometimes life is hard right? I don't know yet as a human does to survive in so much pain. I just hope someday to see you all together. Sometimes, I wish that day would come soon. only the admiration I feel for my father forbids me to give up this small and fragile existence.