This was the worst dinner he had ever been to. It was the first time he met your parents since they lived far for most of your relationship, until they recently moved into town. You had purposely not mentioned where Frankie was from, mainly so they wouldn't act the way you knew they would.

But it wasn't enough. Despite Frankie's charming and playful attitude, they got under his skin with all the racist comments. Your mom asking if his mom's name was Maria. Your dad asking if he could cut his lawn this weekend. Your sisters asking if you had gotten him the Green Card yet. He was a damned U.S. citizen. It pissed him off.

"Es que no." He started once everyone had left the house and left you two alone at home. "You heard them! You didn't do shit to defend me or shut them up. What the hell is wrong with them? Since when is okay to assume that just because I'm Latino I can cut his fucking lawn?! And your mom asking if my mom's name is Maria?!"

His voice rose with each thing he listed that your family had said.

"And you did nothing to stop them!" That really pissed him off. You were supposed to be his ally.