Home Country
I work in a restaurant, which means I'm surrounded by brown Spanish-speaking people. Not all Mexicans, though... so when it's football season (soccer) there's a low of shouting from the kitchen as they trash-talk each others teams. One day I hearn someone shouting "U! S! A!... U! S! A!" and overheard the following conversation:
Misael: U! S! A! U! S! A!
Andreas: Dude, you're cheering for America? You're not proud of where you're from?
Misael: I grew up with a dirt floor and a hole in the back yard to piss in. Everyone I grew up with is either dead, selling drugs, or in America. I came here so that my children can live a better life; America has given me everything, it's my home country now, and my children won't have to piss in a hole. You'd better hope like hell that Guatamala plays better football than she takes care of her people. U! S! A! U! S! A!
Misael: U! S! A! U! S! A!
Andreas: Dude, you're cheering for America? You're not proud of where you're from?
Misael: I grew up with a dirt floor and a hole in the back yard to piss in. Everyone I grew up with is either dead, selling drugs, or in America. I came here so that my children can live a better life; America has given me everything, it's my home country now, and my children won't have to piss in a hole. You'd better hope like hell that Guatamala plays better football than she takes care of her people. U! S! A! U! S! A!