[00:12.87]In this album there’s a picture
[00:16.50]Of the ladies at Daniela’s
[00:18.98]You can tell it’s from the eighties
[00:22.25]By the volume of their hair
[00:25.44]There’s Usnavi, just a baby
[00:28.48]‘Eighty-seven, Halloween
[00:31.69]If it happened on this block, Abuela was there
[00:38.28]Every afternoon I came
[00:42.41]She’d make sure I did my homework
[00:45.89]She could barely write her name
[00:49.18]But even so…
[00:52.61]She would stare at the paper
[00:54.67]And tell me
[00:55.61]“Bueno, let’s review
[00:58.69]Why don’t you tell me
[01:01.40]Everything you know.”
[01:09.21]In this album there’s a picture
[01:12.27]Of Abuela in Havana
[01:15.60]She is holding a rag doll
[01:19.22]Unsmiling, black and white
[01:22.51]I wonder what she’s thinking
[01:26.40]Does she know that she’ll be leaving
[01:29.16]For the city on a cold dark night?
[01:37.78]And on the day they ran
[01:40.27]Did she dream of endless summer?
[01:44.80]Did her mother have a plan?
[01:47.52]Or did they just go?
[01:50.48]Did somebody sit her down and say
[01:53.78]“Claudia, get ready, to leave
[01:57.83]Behind everything you know.”
[02:06.44]Everything I know
[02:11.68]What do I know?
[02:25.63]In this folder there’s a picture
[02:29.24]From my high school graduation
[02:32.88]With the program, mint condition
[02:38.14]And a star beside my name
[02:42.72]Here’s a picture of my parents
[02:45.74]As I left for California
[02:48.96]She saved everything we gave her
[02:52.62]Every little scrap of paper
[02:55.43]And our lives are in these boxes
[02:58.92]While the woman who held us is gone
[03:02.28]But we go on, we grow, so…
[03:09.70]Hold tight, Abuela, if you’re up there
[03:15.81]I’ll make you proud of everything I know!
[03:30.88]Thank you, for everything I know