My passion

I remember when I was a child, my father fond I looked like Micheal Jackson when he was young. One day, we had a family diner and my father helped me to sit in the living room table asked me to sing Ben, a song that the King of Pop sang when he was young. I did it and everybody clapped their hands when I finished. My auntie realized I was pretty good. The next Sunday, she brang me to the church and I started to sing every Sunday morning. I never stoped to sing since this day and it is my passion.