My Father

my father was a merchant seaman since the age of twelve left spain because he was living in hell. living in valencia, by the shore, thinking of lands he never saw before. he was determined to travel the seas and the world to explore .and see life on every shore. he had his papers forged to make him older and with time, he got much bolder. he learned to drink with all the others then put his head under the pillow for his tears to smother. at the age of twenty five he got to see just how AMERICA could be. a freedom that he never knew before finally surfaced in his mind and in this country he knew was the time. on a trip to the caribbean islands that his coworkers told him about he saw a woman that caught his eye and knew right then that she was one of a kind. her brothers were merchant seamen just like him laughed and gave him a grin. come on in and pull up a chair! you're like us, so it's only fair. meet my sister, juanita is her name she is very shy, our mother is to blame. puerto rico is a small island, and like us the world she would love to see but we know that this could never be. our mother has her betrowed to another which she cares nothing about. so we ask that you marry her and take her to the states. do it quickly, do not hesitate. so marry her he did. and the passion that was in his soul and in his heart would join as one and never part. they had four children of which he was proud they loved and respected him, and never made a sound. he would continue to travel the world over till he retired at the age of sixty six. and being with his family was his mental fix. so this is to our father his spirit we hold dear. because we know he is always near. GOD BLESS YOU