Herminia thanked Senora Ines and took Rosaura's hand, leading her towards the door.
Can we go home, please?
I hate her. Why couldn't I get a toy like everyone else? Why am I a pet? The monkey wasn't a pet! No one else at the party was a pet! Why am I any different?
After a while, Rosaura broke the silence during their walk home:
All Herminia could think was that she knew this would happen. She knew Rosaura was seen as nothing more than a mini her to Senora Ines, a mini maid.
As you know, we aren't rich. I'm a maid. I work for lazy and filthy rich people that can spare money to those of lower class. At parties where the rich are located, we aren't seen as normal or like them.
I guess it just depends on the type of person they are, whether they focus on their wealth so much that they don't take the time to get to know us on the inside rather than just our appearance, or not.