My two older brothers, Miguel and José, and I were born in Puerto Rico. We moved to North Carolina in the early 1980s, a difficult plane ride for 4-year-old me. We were moving too far from my grandparents. And Miguel told me that if I did not remain still and quiet, a flight attendant would put a lifejacket on me and throw me out the window. Growing up though, my brothers and I were always there for each other. Our other friends understood that we were kind of a package deal. Our parents inculcated being there for each other. We learned it. In much the same way, we can all learn to be there for each other. I focus on Puerto Rico here, but we should be there for the U.S. Virgin Islands and for anyone marginalized, disenfranchised, and reduced to stereotypes.