“It’s not the same, Papi,” I’d tried, but he shook his head. “Pero of course it is, mijita. All your life is a work of art. A painting is not a painting but the way you live each day. A song is not a song but the words you share with the people you love. A book is not a book but the choices you make every day trying to be a decent person.” PATRICIA ENGEL, It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris