I remember the sounds of his keys jingling at the front door of our home well past midnight as he returned from another long day at work. When I was younger, I didn't fully appreciate all he did for us. But now I more fully understand it. You see my father was grateful for the work he had. But that was not the life he wanted for his children. He wanted all the dreams he once had for himself to come true for us. He wanted all the doors that closed for him to open for me. And so my father stood behind a small, portable bar in the back of a room for all those years so that I could stand behind this podium in front of this room and this nation. That journey from behind that bar to behind this podium. That's the essence of the American Dream. I'm Marco Rubio and I approved of this message.

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