At home we speak English but English definitely like no other. If I was to speak this English at work or school no one would understand. I call my home English “broken” English. For it is broken with many different other languages and dialects. When I call someone or being called upon my instinct reaction is not to say yes, ha, it is to say “gee”, English broken with urdu. Or writing the wrong spelling in class for colour. Or when being called upon to spell zebra, I say zed-e-b-r-a. And now to throw it even more off, during prayer we are not even supposed to speak in English but Arabic. I am surprised I don’t pull an Anzaladua and write in all three English, Urdu, and Arabic.
References: How to Tame a Wild Tongue—Gloria Anzaldua