Tijuana, Northern Mexico
"Mama! Can I go play with Rosa now?" Ginny blows her chubby cheeks, pulling her mother's dress. If she doesn't get permission to go, she will continue to pout the whole day.
Alyona glances at her daughter. "Dear Gin, you just came back from your school. How about we go to our boathouse, get fresh and eat something, then you can go play?"
"But, then I will be late!" she rolls her eyes and stops in front of their boat. "Mama, don't worry, I'm not hungry. And also if I get hungry, I can always eat Rosa's mother's food. Aunt cooks so good, but you always forbid me to eat those typical meals."
"Honey," her mother leans to her. "Those meals are chilly and spicy, they aren't good for your health. We're habituated in our normal American food, aren't we?"
