This week I’m sharing a post that I previously posted on a former blog of mine, called “Soultacos,” where I shared my experiences as a Chicano navigating his life between American and Mexican cultures.
“Go to the office right now!”, he yelled at me. His faced radiated with redness, as his voice embodied the rage he held inside. There was no doubt that he was angry, and I, a mouthy-relentless-teenager was the object of his anger. “Get out!”, he yelled again, as he pointed his finger to the doors of gym.