I am so blessed to have a father like mine. Miguel Garcia was born in 1933 to a very poor family in the Dominican Republic. He barely knew his own father until he passed away, and worked in the streets from the time he was 5. Miguel taught himself to read, and can barely write his own name till this day. So what great gift did Miguel pass on to his two daughters? The gift of truly unconditional love and ultimate devotion.
Anyone who knows my father will always say he’s the kindest soul in the world; generous to a fault, and bears a smile that will literally melt your heart. He gave me one of his classic smiles the day I told him I landed a book deal, and he’s been with me every step of the way. He proudly tells anyone he comes across about his youngest daughter Maria who’s a radio broadcaster AND an author! I thank God everyday for my father —who also happens to be my best friend.