I became a very quiet 10 1/2 year old little girl after my father passed away from a heart attack in his sleep. I was emotionally shocked & was very short when it came to conversations let alone growing up with my Mexican family, they believed in not talking to me about my father's death & how I could work in grieving about my loss...I was daddy's little girl...how could he had left me!? Why!? Was God so unfair...I'm the youngest out of 13 blood siblings, whom were born & raised in Mexico, but after my father passed we couldn't make ends meet & had to migrate to California (Monterey county-Agriculture salad bowl of America rural town). There being a new student, in 6th grade, in a new society, who didn't speak English, who could never in a million years be able to afford "Nickies" shoes, would get teased, bullied for it & for wearing hand me downs from Salvation Army. All I wanted was to be accepted & for others to be like my father install in me: be respectful to everyone, respect others the way you'd like to b respected, have values- once u become older you'll understand, father said, always, always greet other's as you pass them by, you NEVER KNOW WHAT THEY R GOING THROUGH & your smile will help them cheer up ...it was a roller coaster of emotions I still fight in my heart, but I know every morning when I get to the school where I work, I make sure that I greet every person or student that passes by because like a wise man once told me "You Never know what another person is going through, give the the best SMILE as a gift & that Cost NOTHING" !!! :') :') this page and my daily random kind of happiness is created for my AMAZING FATHER, UP IN HEAVEN, who still smiles at me, Mr. Nicolas Serrato Naranjo, from Michoacan Mexico.