Princesa is a Mexican girl living her best teenage life. She is the baby, the only girl and no one loves her more than her daddy. She lives her life to make her parents proud in all the ways she can and one thing that would break her father’s heart is if she didn’t find a Mexican man to date. In a crazy turn of events she waits until her senior year to try and date someone and it just so happens, the date goes well. She lies to him about where she lives because he can’t come to her house. He shows up to a neighbor’s house early nearly messing up her lie and Princesa is mortified, maybe lying isn’t a good thing. But the date was fun, it was the best time she had ever had and so it begins. Princesa starts dating someone that will break her father’s heart because he’s not Mexican. But eventually, Princesa decides it is time. Her and her boyfriend who is White decide to tell their parents about the other. Peter’s mother thinks a lot like Princesa’s father but on this day… love wins. The teenagers decide that prom is the best time to bring the two families together and Princesa is excited for the coming together of their parents and brothers to see them off. This is a fun story that reminds us that people are people and the best stories are when love, no matter what it looks like, wins!
The Princess and Her King
Hi, my name is Princesa. Actually, my father would correct me and say my full name is Princesa Reina Lopez. The funny part is that my first name means Princess and my middle name means Queen. My father said he couldn't decide if I was going to be a Princess or a Queen so he decided to name me after both, he could flip a coin and it wouldn't matter if I were either or both or none because to him, I am all of the above, and to me he was my hero. When people talk about being the apple of their father's eye, I see myself as that to the 10th degree. I am the apple, the tree, the whole amazing baked apple pie sitting in the window with whipped cream on top. I am a daddy's girl and my daddy loves me. Sure, sure he loves his sons too but there is something about being the baby girl and the only girl. There are only a few things that I could do to disappoint him: fail a class, fail a test, cheat on anything because that goes to his integrity, be disrespectful to him or my mother, not reach my true highest potential, and the last and final one deals with something my father coined as, “Breaking my Mexican heart.” He’s so damn dramatic, but he loves me, I'm his little girl. And if you're Mexican you already know that breaking my father's heart means not marrying someone who is also Mexican, or at least speaks Spanish, or on the lowest end can make homemade tortillas- with no recipe.