At various moments in your childhood, certain things pop up that make you realize your family is a liiiiittle different from those of your non-Latino and non-immigrant friends. Which leads you to wonder if you could ever manage to have a non-latino S.O.
Until one day, it happens: You fall for a Jordan instead of a Joaquín, a Jessica instead of a Yessica.
First, you wonder how your boo will react to you family.
Does your abuela’s picadillo have the power to transcend ideology, language and culture? (Of course it does.)