My father was the oldest son of a self-made man. Antonio J Soto became a Cuban landowner but lost everything to Communism.
DaD was not very well known, never made the news headlines, nor is he mentioned in history books, but he was the world to me.
My dad loved my grandmother Tête, my mom Margarita, admired Mother Theresa and enjoyed watching Jessica Fletcher on TV.
To me, he was strong, and could never do anything wrong. Now I understand his problems, but he was able to overcome them while he was always there to share his shoulder to lean on. He was stern, funny, and corny each day in his individual fatherly way.
When I was a boy I felt ten feet tall when I walked beside him and I would hear folks say, that's his youngest boy and I felt the joy. He taught me about the value of a good education, standing up for my rights and caring for family in a time of need. Although we originally were political refugees, on this #worldrefugeeday I can honestly say, we're all A - OKAY.
DaD, I love and will miss you always. I just hope that someday, someway my kids will feel the same way about me.
Soto Photos include my grandfather and my father with his arm around my grandmom and his younger brother are sisters