[on her favorite memory of her father, who died when she was only four] My dad would buy
Elvis Presley and
Harry Belafonte records so I could learn English by singing their songs. Every evening on our terrace overlooking the ocean, I'd sit on his lap, and he would teach me how to beat him at checkers. I'd often be driving in the front seat next to him singing a song my Mama taught me: 'Daddy, I want a diamond ring, Cadillac, and everything.' And I also used to dance for my Daddy. He taught me to dream, to win to laugh.