After falling in love in Rio and traveling around the world with my father's job, my parents decided to make their American home in the sleepy town of Moraga, 1 hr east of SF. We were the first latin-American family around and my mom's foreign accent, and our late night dinner parties, certainly drew attention. But in this small, safe (and very conservative, rich, white) town, I learned how to ride my bike, sneak out of the house without making a sound, and get straight A's.
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