Grace tap-danced across the living room’s parquet floors in her black top hat, bow tie, and dance uniform. I stared, marveled by her new talent. She had just started lessons, and I already thought she was so good. But I wasn’t jealous. Rather, I was proud to be her younger cousin. Proud to be part of a family that had so much talent. I bubbled with excitement about when it’d be my turn to share my talent. Un aplauso por favor, my older cousin, Gretchen, said, mimicking Don Franscico, the  ...