Last year, I took my first art class. Our assignment, using charcoal, was to draw a loved one; I chose my grandma. My grandma has taught me about passion, life, and grit. Although, anyone who called her abuela, she’d throw a chancla at. For her, ‘Grandma’ sounds too old. She insisted to be called Mami Rufi since she’s 15 at heart. This is the woman who danced on tables at my quince, danced banda with every man in the house, and has zero filter. But, she’s also the woman who taught me lo que no se enseña, no vende y pontes las pilas – meaning if you don’t put yourself out there, you won’t go far (similar to if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will) and get it together and pay attention.