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.
Миналото лято, когато тичах и пеех и танцувах и играех с племенничките и племенниците ми и с братята и сестрите и майка си и баба си в Колорадо, си мислех за онзи лекар, който ми каза, че няма да мога да пея.