“When I went to school it was so traumatizing because of my accent, and kids made fun of me. Eventually I totally eliminated the accent. I didn’t want to remember any Spanish...I was so embarrassed you know. At the restaurant my parents hired a lot of immigrants, and … for some weird reason, subliminally, it came out. It was the only way I could communicate with the cooks. It came back. And I thought it’s okay. I was no longer ashamed. I thought this is good, you know? And the cooks felt comfortable with the little brat kid running around. A lot of the Hispanics in the community do not speak Spanish, and especially more so in that time. All my cousins, they grew up in Planeview, and out of the four of them nobody speaks Spanish. Then they get married and go away. We were just talking about that the other day, with Spanish, and I thought in a way it was a hidden blessing that it stayed with me.”  — Carmen Rosales