You probably think I've completely fallen in love with white people and that I don't see anything good in Indians. Well, that's false.

Ever since I've been at Reardan, and seen how great parents do their great parenting, I realize that my folks are pretty good. Sure, my dad has a drinking problem and my mom can be i little eccentric, but they make sacrifices for me. They worry about me. They talk to me. And best of all, they listen to me.

My grandmother's greatest gift was tolerance.