Merci beaucoup a Rocio, grandmother, Nais, daughter and Kiliana granddaughter
It isn’t every day that people take me into their home, but when they take me into their hearts, that’s feeling at home.
Feeling wanted, feeling loved, feeling like I belong.
I’ve been a foreigner half my life, I’ve learned to live outside the klan, to find my own tribe’s drum.
But what—here I am!
Here I go?
Couldn’t deny the opportunity to live in a new country.
People are people all over the world.
It’s the heart that counts.
Like Keb Mo says,
“It’s becoming clear I can feel it down in my soul.
I know that I am you and you are me.”
I like this way to live.
It’s a good way to be.