The plant from which my seed cultivated from is to me the most important thing in my life. This plant that is wasting away little by little is the ideal replica of how one should bloom into existence and give off an aroma to make everyone sense that there's actually a heaven on Earth. My dad has had many encumbrances in his life that he hasn't allowed to stop him. Rough winds, tough rains, hot and cold days have never been able to put this plant away. He's shown me he'll do the impossible to make my life a life he wished he had. Life back in Cuba isn't exactly a piece of cake. Communism doesn't allow you freedom and they treat their own people with detestation. It was a life full of thorns. When I was about the age of 4, he decided to make a change for...