Spanish Lessons

Everyday at four o’clock I came home for my Spanish lessons. Instead, of playing with my friend and talking on the phone, I was staring my mom’s mouth for the techniques of tongue rolling. No matter what I did, crying, kicking and throwing my fit I could never persuade Mom, who was determined to have me learn more about my heritage.
Forcibly, Mom would make me take Spanish classes in school. I remember the lesson would always start ...