The school day drags on. Pablo, a young boy, daydreams of skateboarding, his brother, and his family. The social worker asks about Pablo's classes, his brother, if he misses his parents. But Pablo just wants to draw and dream of skateboarding.
With maturity beyond his years, Rey, cares for his brother Pablo, filling the role of two parents who are no longer there, in a tiny apartment, at nineteen years old. Aunt Anita barges in, accuses Rey of being unable to care for Pablo, of separating him from his heritage, his culture, his mother's wishes. In his room, Pablo waits for the argument to end. He dreams, remembering. His parents house. A loud knock at the door. His mother, smiling. Pushing him into a closet. Shh, mijo, you have to hide.
Six months after their parent’s deportation, Rey and Pablo learn how to survive in New York City. The bond of skateboarding keeps them together, but the culture surrounding it begins to split them apart. A single mistake by Rey threatens to take away the last family he has left.