“Pride is a big thing,” he says, like he’s read my mind. “Much to celebrate. It’s a place where you get to be yourself, fully, correct?” I grin so hard, my eyes squinch. “I’ve seen the news. The parades.” He winks, then says, “I’ve watched that Drag Race. The Queer Eye. I’m cool.” A choked laugh escapes my throat. “The Queer Eye? Abuelito, no bueno.” “No está bien,” he gently corrects. “Gay Pride is important, Chiquito. Just like pride in being Black and Mexican is. It’s who you are.” He lightly taps his index finger against my chest. “You should be there to celebrate.”
