Mexicans. The food, the culture. I would know, I am one. At a young age, my family was, how I do I say this... involved. They want to know everything. I never had any room, to well, grow on my own.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but they can be too much sometimes. Once, my family got SO involved that I got bullied for weeks. Not fun. But because of that, I got a best friend. Aanya. She was an only child, and her parents were all over her. We bonded and before I knew it, it was 5 years later. 

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