Last one.

Wow, I am done with the book. It seems like it went pretty, darn fast...

Although I did not like the book in the beginning, it started to become more entertaining at the end. I have also realized that Carlos's family is very similar to me. A women's role versus men’s are visible and distinguishable in the vignettes and in my family. That is why the book became more delightful and valuable to read.

In How The Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents, by Julia Alvarez, in the third section, the vignette that shocked me the most was: An American Surprise.

In many countries, families have maids. And the maids are very close to the family, but know when they cannot do certain things and can.

 In this vignette, the maid, Gladys, she was black (I think?) was accused of stealing Carla's bank, when evidently Carla gave it to her because she did not want her to sell the wallets her dad bought for her. I believe the reason why she accused Gladys is because, first of all, she is a maid; they are there for the money, and if they sneak a few more bucks they will do so. But not all maids are like this; some are trustworthy, honest, and respectable with other peoples goods. They will not take "clean-up" and swipe everything in their belongings, assuming they did not do anything. In An American Surprise, the mother assumed she stole the bank maybe because she saw her stealing before, she looked suspicious, or was always eager for her money. Her acts maybe gave the mom a reason not to like her. All of these factors are intertwined in the assumption of Carla's bank to be "stolen".

Well, back where I am from, we had a similar incident, and it did not go well...

We had a maid. She was really nice, helpful, and funny. She never said she was tired, sick, or asked for more money. She was the best. One day, my eight year old cousin went into his parents room (In Eritrea, a family lives together, not like the American house hold- mom, dad, and two kids) and saw the maid cleaning, she went into his moms jewelry closet and saw her putting it inside her apron. He yelled, well in Tigrinya. Well, in English terminology, he said: Mom, Mom, she took your gold, she took your gold, (In Eritrea, you know not to touch peoples jewelry without their permission, just compliments on their gold. That’s it!) And so, his mom came up and they started to fight, she was yelling and yelling (like someone was trying to steal her stuff; that's exactly want happened :b). After the battle, the parents threw her stuff out the house and did not pay her. It was all-bad.

In conclusion, the events in book were very similar to my family experiences, which made it more enthusiastic and amusing.