My grandfather came into the US around the 70's for a better life. He never had the chance to go to school, all he did was work to support his mother, father, and siblings. He couldn't read or write. He did what he knows best, he drew. I'm more of a writer myself and yes, I doodle here and there, but all he did was draw. He drew whatever he saw on his way across the border. He isn't DaVinci but his sketches are quite beautiful. 

– Bianey Centeno

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