My parents were deported to Mexico yesterday. Get your hands off her! The baby has thrush and our brother’s failing school. I’m required to report those concerns to Social Services. They’re gonna split us up. Why don’t you act like the grown-up and go run the restaurant, like Mami and Papi? I don’t want to be like Mami and Papi! Neither do I! But here we are. They’ve managed with a lot less than what we have. It’s gonna be okay. How do you know? I just do.