Papá,” I said, "on our first day of school, they screamed at us, ‘No Spanish! English only!' Then they slapped Ramón in the face until he was all bloody because he wouldn't stop talking Spanish. And all he was saying was ‘Don't yell at me, you're not my mother,' and ‘Don't be grabbing me! You have no right to do this.' He was so smart, papá, and so brave and noble, and they kept slapping him, again and again, until his whole face was a bloody mess.