Reaction to the Krik?Krack! Epilogue

     After reading Krik?Krack! I believe that the epilogue held the most meaning.  It kind of gave more of a sense of who the author is and more about the culture from the place she comes from, Haiti.  Growing up I had a neighbor whose parents were from Haiti.  This whole book reminded me of that family who I was really close to when I was in middle school.  When I think back to being at there house I remember them always frying plantanes and eating sugar cane both were really good.  Then I dug deeper into the memory of going over their house over time.  Her mother was a nice and hard working woman.  The epilogue repeats the line,

      "You remember thinking while braiding your hair that you look a lot like your mother.  Your mother who looked like your grandmother and her grandmother before her."

     My friends mother would always talk about past relatives and my friend would just listen with that here she goes again face.  My friend appreciated her culture and even spoke creole, but she was raised in America so she didn't have the exact culture like her parents did.  She lacked that complete understand that only came with growing up in the country.
     In the epilogue it goes on to talk about a mother perhaps the authors mother being ashamed of her writing because of what it meant to write in Haiti.  It meant imprisonment or jail.  A fear that if her didn't follow the old ways the government would find a way to get rid of her or ruin her.  I feel as if the author is the next generation is finding a new light a new day and age kind of reminds me of my friends mother.
   Her mother had left Haiti for America, I really don't know the reason why, but I can assume it was to get out of the country for a better oppurtunity for her family. 
     A line in the epilogue mentions a women being quiet and I thought of my friend and she was never quiet.  She was loud and outgoing.  I guess like the author with the writing my friend went against the stereotype and moved on to a new day and age.
     I was originally going to do a full anaylsis of the epilogue but my thoughts kept going back to my friend and how much of this whole book sounded familar and reminded me of her family.  I remember her braiding my hair, speaking creole with her mom, eating Haitian food (although at that time we ordered a lot of pizza),  I remember looking at photo albums of when her mom was still in Haiti and old relatives.  Constant themes that come up in the book seem to hold true to their culture.  I guess my experience of having my friend as a friend helped me connect with the book a little more and relate it to my life and with my experiences over my friends house.