Growing up in a Cuban home, I learned two things: my parents hated what was done to their beautiful island, but they had to leave so that my sister, brother, and I would grow up in freedom. And I thank my late parents everyday for that. My life would have been different growing up in a communist dictatorship.
Our dinner table was always full of Cuban stories and reminders that what happened down there could happen here.
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