Tater just sat there, in the puddle of cake - with it in her hair and on her clothes - feeling defeated. She couldn't understand many things in her primos' Spanish language (and Saw) themed escape room. And what tipped her over the edge was a dangling rope with a sign reading;Jale el cordón para escapar, and all her primos shouting "jale el cordón" at her.
She had no idea what that meant.
Missing out on inside jokes with her primos, little misunderstandings when her primos spoke Spanish, watching her primos all speak Spanish with each other and their families. It had her feeling left out, because shedidmiss that stuff. And defeated. Because she'd never be at the same level of Spanish as her primos.
Even as her primos rallied to comfort her and assure her she was no less of a primo for not being able to speak Spanish and wanting to speak French instead, she couldn't shake those feelings of inadequacy. That she wasn't primo enough, that she wasn't Latina enough.
Maybe, she thought, that's why her language passion truly lay with French. Because the Spanish language ship had already sailed.
Because she wasn't raised Spanish speaking.