Or Native American.
Sometimes, I like to tell people that I’m half Mexican. Or half Native American. Or half Mexican and half Native American. (If they believe the first two lies, they have issues. If they believe the last one, they have major issues).
I think it’s finally time to be honest with you. My mom has spent years documenting our family history, wearing out her eyes on ancestry.com. And nowhere, and I mean nowhere in our family tree is there a smidgen of Mexican or Native American blood.
That’s it. That’s the truth. This is me being vulnerable and honest.
If I have deceived you, I am sorry. Truly sorry. [But come on, how could you think that this pale redhead was half Native American???]