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Is it un-Latina-like not to want a family?
“Don’t you dare do that to me,” my mother said, and then cried out in Spanish: “¡Estás loca! ¡No me puedes hacer esto!”
We were sitting in the living room of my parents’ house on an otherwise normal Sunday afternoon. Except I had just casually mentioned that I wasn’t sure I wanted to have children. Ever. Which apparently was cause to call in the National Guard.
“Raising a family is the point of life!” she said.
“Not for everyone. Maybe not for me,” I replied.
I often forget that I'm brown.
"How can this be?" you're probably asking.
It's pretty simple: I've lived in Scottsdale, Arizona, most of my life and have a mix of Hispanic and non-Hispanic friends. I don't feel different from them—which is how it should be when you have a great group of friends. I don't really listen to Spanish music, and although I love a good plate of arroz con gandules, I'm not one to have a Puerto Rican flag in my rear view mirror. But when Governor Jan Brewer signed Senate Bill 1070 on April 23, 2010, everything seemed to shift.