Children under five years old usually couldn't articulate their thoughts properly. From other people's perspectives, they would assume that the children were just confused.
"What's wrong?" Michelle stopped removing the fish bones and looked at Van's perplexed expression. "You don't like it? It's okay. You don't have to eat it. It's normal to get sick of eating the same thing too much."
"Well, you can eat something else," Leon nodded. "Van, is there anything else that you would like to eat?"
Van shook his head and answered shyly, "I'm just full, Uncle Leon."
Honestly, he didn't eat that much. He only ate about one third of the rice in his bowl, and he managed to drink half of the soup from his other bowl.
He felt a little full already.
Leon didn't force Van to finish his food. Since he didn't need to feed the young boy anymore, he and Michelle could eat their food peacefully.
After a while, Don started to feel full too. So, he took his brother's hand to play with the dog. Nine was staring at a picture.
The wooden photo frame was hung neatly on the wall.
Don pointed at the person in the photo and asked curiously, "Hey, Van, is that Emma in the picture?"
Van raised his head, looked at where Don was pointing, and replied, "Yeah, I think so."
"Wow, Nine, you are so great," Don praised the canine with a toothy grin and hugged it.
The big dog stood between the two children as they admired the photo on the wall. It was as if they were trying to figure out the people in the photo.
It was a lovely scene.
Quickly, Michelle fished out her phone and snapped a photo of them with a warm smile. Then, she walked over and said, "What are you two kids looking at? I want to see it too!"
"Aunt Michelle, that's you, and that's Emma. Who are the other people in the picture?" Don stretched out his hand and pointed at the letters below the photo. "Are these words their names?"
"Yes." Michelle gingerly took the photo down. "The names are aligned with our positions in the picture. As you can see from the farthest left, that's Emma Lin. Then, Michelle He, which is me. Then next to me is my father. As you can see here, the corresponding name here is Adams He, then beside him is my mother, Elaine Yao, followed by my grandma. Her name is...
Eh? Why can't I see the name clearly?" Michelle wiped the frame glass with her hand. However, it quickly became apparent the there was no dirt on the glass. The words written on it were smudged to the point they were unreadable.
The boys were still looking up at her, eager to know. "What's her name?
Don't you know your grandma's name?" While Michelle was introducing the people in the photo to the kids, Leon had quietly walked to her side. Upon seeing her solemn expression, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Michelle genuinely didn't know. "I just realized that I don't know Grandma's name. Mom never told us, and I don't think we asked about it either. My grandparents don't live with us. They live in the countryside because they like how peaceful it is there. We go there to visit them during holidays.
This photo was taken at my grandparents' house during Tomb Sweeping Day. We took pictures with our relatives together. Since there were so many of us, not everyone knew each other. So we printed everyone's name on the photo."
Leon listened carefully to her story, so did Van and Don, but no one knew if the boys understood.
"Your grandma's surname should be a compound surname," Leon declared and pointed at the name on the photo. "See? The smudged part is longer than the other names on the photo. It should result in a compound surname."
Michelle brought the picture closer to her face, squinting as she inspected it. He was right; the smudged part looked longer than the normal names.
"What is a compound surname?" Surprisingly, it was Van who asked this question and not Don. He did not understand it well.
Fondly, Leon patted Van's little head and explained patiently, "A compound surname is a Chinese surname using more than one character. Hmm. For example, Vicente has a compound surname. His surname is Nangong, which has more characters than ours."
He pointed at himself. "My surname is Lu." Then, his extended finger moved from him to the woman beside them. "Michelle's last name is He." He pinched the cheeks of the two boys in front of him. "And lastly, your surname is Shi.
As you can see, all of these surnames have one character. Vicente's surname, Nangong, has more than one, so it's called a compound surname."
Michelle nodded enthusiastically at his explanation. "Yes, he is correct. That's what it means. Do you understand it now?"
For a moment, she sounded like a wife supporting her husband.
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