San Jose, CA.
Being Mexican that’s all I tried to be growing up, but the truth is there is a black hole that I have made with being Native American. Growing up I never knew the man I would call my “Dad”. It was always just me and my Mexican & German mother. As I got olderIi slowly started to realize I didn’t look like my mom. My face was more rounder than hers, my hair was a lot darker, and my complexion was more of a red brown. So finally I put the puzzle together, I don’t look like my mother I look like my dad.