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" He slid his foot forward, straining to place the heel down, then the toe, while his rehabilitation aide Carlos followed, just in case he fell. Carlos’s father was Colombian, his mother Nicaraguan, but everyone called him a Mexican. “Always a Mexican,” he said. “They ask me, ‘Ay Carlos, why don’t you fix us up some tacos?’ I don’t know nothing about no fucking tacos. Go fix me some tacos, you like the goddamn things so much. "
― Brit Bennett , The Mothers