You don’t talk with an accent.

GLp6413Grace Marie Sanchez,
Scotts Valley, CA.

When I took a room mate to my house after graduating from college this is what she said to my Mother. I was completely embarrassed that she said this to my Mom but she did not seem to realize this was a faux pas. I remember my Mom doing a double take and just giving her a wan smile. My Mother was third generation Mexican-American and spoke both Spanish and English beautifully.


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