While exploring a historical park in Mexico with my family, my daughter’s curiosity sparked a conversation that I hadn’t anticipated. Surrounded by vibrant displays of cultural garb and the rhythmic beats of traditional music, she turned to me with wide eyes and asked, “Dad, are we Mayan too?” Her innocent question sent chills down my spine. It struck me that while I had dedicated so much time to teaching students about the rich tapestry of cultural identities, I had inadvertently overlooked instilling that same appreciation in my own children.

That week, a vivid dream unfolded in my mind—a scene of me nestled with my kids, sharing a story from a book I had written during our cherished bedtime routine. Fast forward two years, and that dream became a reality with the publication of my book, “The Roots of the Coquí.” It’s a celebration of our heritage, a bridge connecting the past and present, and a gift to my children, reminding them of the beauty in their roots.