The boys and the girls live in separate worlds. The boys in their universe and we in ours. My brothers for example. They've got plenty to say to me and Nenny inside the house.
But outside they can't be seen talking to girls. Carlos and Kiki are each others best friend . . . not ours.
Nenny is too young to be my friend. She's just my sister and that was not my fault. You don't pick your sisters. you just get them and somemetimes they come like Nenny. She can't play with those Vargas kids or she'll turn out just like them. And since she comes right after me, she is my responsibility.
Someday I will have a best friend all my own. one I can tell my secrets to. One who will understand my jokes without my having to explain them. Until then, I am a red ballon, a ballon tied to an anchor.
Having an American identity means having hope for the future