I took this in the beginning of the year I believe, I was in the car with my dad on my way to work and we were talking about the beauty of the world. He was telling me about the last time he crossed the border coming from Mexico to the United States and how he thought he would never see the sky again, he said that every day he can see the sun rise, he feels thankful. He said he remembers taking his last breath as he swam across a very strong river and trying to bring the memory of the faces of myself and my siblings so we were the last thing he could see. He knew we were be waiting for him, but he wasn't sure he would make it. He doesn't know how he made it alive, but he did, and thanks to him I was able to live the life he escaped from. It hurts my heart every time someone decides to belittle my dad because of how he came to this country. If there's a hardworking person, it's my dad. Honest, sweet, selfless, strong, innocent, someone who would risk his life time after time to make sure his family can have a better future. He's a hero, my hero, not a criminal.