Michael Cantasano

Michael Cantasano

Staten Island, NY

I was only so small, I can’t even remember it at all. I came to the United States As a small boy from Italy and came to the United States to live with my grandfather and his new wife. I haven’t remembered anything from Italy except kissing my mother on my way in the airport to “Stati Uniti” as I remember it. I have lived here for almost all of my life. We are not who you think. I am a honor student at high school and I am the president of the key club at my school. I work hard, and I help others around me. It is not America who has let us down, it is the plague of the corrupt politicians that have turned America into the cold that it has. I just dream that one day, I’ll get a green-card or some kind of visa and fly to Italy and see her, and hug her the same way that I did when I left, at least one last time before I die. Ti Amo mamma 🙂

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