• And so I perish happily,
    Freed from that which kept me from my liberty”—

    Which was when I knew it was a dream, since my dad
    Would never speak in rhymed couplets,

    And I look at the student with his acne and cell phone and phony ghetto clothes
    And I think, “I am asleep in America too,

    And I don’t know how to wake myself either,”
    And I remember what he said near the end of his life:

    "Andre i know i wasen't the best friend i could be to you sweatdrop , but i want you to know that i will watch over you and be you American friend that will always be there with you." crying