Storytime Bilingüe featuring “Quiero Mi Papa Porque.../I Love My Daddy Because...”

This Father's Day, we celebrate the man who is the most emergent bilingual among us--nuestro Papi! He came to this country when he was 19-years-old and didn't know a word of English, and now he owns his own business and a couple houses, and has a beautiful bilingual wife and family. A few months ago I wrote a blog post on how he has attained the American Dream, and if you'd like to read more of his story, you can check it out here if you like. "Bilingual Business Owner."

In honor of Father's Day, I asked Francisco to be our guest reader for Storytime Bilingue this week, and he did not disappoint. Here he reads Quiero a Mi Papa Porque.../I Love My Daddy Because... , a bilingual book that features all the ways fathers love and care for their offspring, illustrated by animal families. I particularly liked this book because not only is it a sweet, short read, each page also teaches the name of the animal and its baby in English and Spanish.

This story is the perfect way to recognize dads for all they do. On behalf of our family, I'd like to wish a Happy Father's Day to all the Daddy's and the Papi's, the grandfathers and the abuelos, the stepfathers, surrogate fathers, adoptive fathers, and all the men who fill the role and responsibilities of a father.

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