During my trip the mother, Mme. Penda Seck, tried many times to speak to me in French, and when I didn’t respond she would laugh a little and say something to my mom. She wasn’t laughing at me but she is just one of those people who would laugh. But I always wondered, especially from her, if she thought my “inability” to speak French was a failure because both of my parents are fluent. I may not know the answer to this, but I can assume she judged a little using the Rajani’s situation when her uncle asked her mother if she thought that it was a bad thing that his niece could not speak in their native language of Tamil (Canagarajah 4). I can assume that Mme. Seck might feel the same way as Rajani’s uncle because they have both known us for a long time and are considered family. Even though this is true, it may be different because knowing her family’s language of Tamil, which is a dying language, while French is only my father’s native language and I was never really was truly forced to speak it. This made me wonder how they felt about me not speaking French and if it caused a barrier between us that caused us not to understand each other fully.