Daughter of the African diaspora. Daughter of Yemanja, Water. Earth. Daughter of Africa, Slavery. War. Daughter of forced voyages, of forced work, pain and anger. Daughter of Catholicism. Of God. Of Saints. Of Orishas. Daughter of warriors, kings and queens. Daughter of biculturalism. Immigration. Trilingualism. Culture clash. I am a product of my environment, my being. As I stand still, in front of a tall and beautiful sunflower, I can’t help but think of my ancestors, my angels, my mothers, my aunties, my sisters. My earth. I am here, today, breathing, laughing, with gratitude, with love.