My mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in america. you could open a restaurant. you could work for the government and get good retirement. you could buy a house with almost no money down. you could become rich. you could become instantly famous. "of course, you can be a prodigy, too," my mother told me when i was nine. "you can be best anything. what does auntie lindo know? her daughter, she is only best tricky." which type of narration is used in this excerpt?