[CATHERINE]
My parents were immigrants
New to these shores
When they were barely eighteen.
They struggled and sacrificed,
pounded on doors,
to carve out the life they'd foreseen.
They fashioned that life out of hope and thin air.
A life for the daughter they someday would share.
I am that daughter,
Eternally grateful for all that they gave up for me.
[MIKE]
I belong to a long line of men.
All electricians by trade.
My grandfather first. My father then.
So proud of the business they made.
A mantle is claimed. A torch will be passed.
Making a family legacy last.
So here I stand with my future ordained
and a life that is planned out for me.
My parents were immigrants
New to these shores
When they were barely eighteen.
They struggled and sacrificed,
pounded on doors,
to carve out the life they'd foreseen.
They fashioned that life out of hope and thin air.
A life for the daughter they someday would share.
I am that daughter,
Eternally grateful for all that they gave up for me.
[MIKE]
I belong to a long line of men.
All electricians by trade.
My grandfather first. My father then.
So proud of the business they made.
A mantle is claimed. A torch will be passed.
Making a family legacy last.
So here I stand with my future ordained
and a life that is planned out for me.
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