But I guess I didn’t always pass. One time on the bus home from school, I sat with one of my best friends. We laughed and joked for a while, but I could tell something was off. When I got off the school bus she handed me a note, it read “Sorry I can’t be friends with you anymore, my mom doesn't like Spanish people.” After reading that I went home and cried all night. I felt so betrayed after trusting this girl and being friends with her all year. Plus, I'm not even from Spain. It's the ignorance and lack of education from people that frustrates me the most. My dad used to drive me home from school, blasting Bomba Estéreo with the windows rolled down. Now, my dad can’t drive anymore, and I’m the one blasting American rappers and the “In the Heights” soundtrack. My life doesn’t feel right without my dad around. Well, I mean, he’s always been there.but not really. It was hard growing up with an absent father, not only emotionally but also physically. He was always going in and out of the house, and no one was ever sure when he was going to be back home. I think that also contributed to my struggle to accept my Colombian