My father’s story begins at a time when Colombia was becoming more and more dangerous every day; a government full of corruption and crime running the streets. My dad arrived in New York with nothing but a jacket and a few possessions. He says that when he got to New York, he found a nice apartment, and he was enjoying life, but my mom says that he was sharing a shack with another man, and eating 90-cent pizza and tacos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. One day, a girl and her parents happened to walk into the store that my dad was working in at the time, and the girl went to ask my dad a question. Nothing happened in that moment, but when the girl left, her mother told her that the guy she was talking to was definitely interested in her, and he was handsome as well. After what her mother said, the girl returned to the store the next day to see my dad; this time my dad had the courage to ask her out. Let's jump to six months later when my dad had two weeks left on his visa; it was at this time that the girl decided that she loved my dad so completely that she asked him to marry her. He said yes, they got married, and a few years later I came along, the best thing that ever happened to them.

– Grey Bazzani Grant

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