I’m Mexican But Nobody Believes Me…

Colin Morrill,
Cypress, TX

I’m Mexican, but nobody believes me. I grew up in a Mexican culture, and my mom is Mexican. I eat Mexican food, listen to Mexican music, and have Mexican family.


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