This past summer, when I was running and singing and dancing and playing with my nieces and my nephews and my brothers and my sisters and my mother and my grandmother in the Colorado Rockies, I couldn't help but think of that doctor who told me that I couldn't sing.
Musim panas lalu saat saya berlari, bernyanyi, menari, dan bermain dengan keponakan-keponakan saya, dengan saudara-saudara saya, dengan ibu dan nenek saya di Colorado Rockies, saya tidak bisa menahan pikiran akan dokter yang dulu mengatakan saya tidak bisa bernyanyi lagi