“I forced a smile onto my face and patted my mom’s arm, ignoring the intense gaze coming from Kulti. “Maybe one day, Ma.” “I’m just telling you because I love you,” she said in Spanish, picking up on how her comment irritated me. “You’re just as pretty as any other girl, Sal.” “You’re all ugly. I’m hungry, let’s go,” Dad said with a clap of his hands, his face too cheerful.”
