As you read the short story, record any details that relate to the topic of American identity.

For the grandfather who hasn’t believed in anything since the first PRI elections. For my father, El Periquín, so skinny he need his sleep. For Auntie Light-skin, who only a few hours before was breakfasting on break and goat tacos after dancing all night in the pink zone. For Uncle fat-face, the blackest of the black sheep - Always remember your uncle fat-face in your prayers. And uncle baby - you go for me, Mamá - God listens to you.

The awful grandmother has been gone a long time. She disappeared behind the heavy leather outer curtain and the dusty velvet inner.