Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2021 15:35:33 GMT -7
For the first three years of Milo's life, he had two loving parents. His mother and father both spoke English, but his father also tried to speak Korean as often as he could around the children. Being at such a young age, he was like a sponge. But once the man left, they were a one language family. It seemed as though their fathers language and heritage were all but gone. The mother of the children got a job at the ministry and couldn't afford a sitter. Luckily she had her own office where she could close the door and everything. So, she set the kids up with toys and games while she got to work doing her job. This became such a normal routine for them that it was expected. They knew not to leave, and if they needed anything, they would ask their mother.
One day, the woman had left for a meeting, and Milo needed to go to the bathroom. He looked over to his older sibling, who was sound asleep. Well, he couldn't wake them, and waiting didn't seem in the cards. That was alright, he could find his way on his own. He'd gone before. Sure, he had someone with him, but his tiny little blader couldn't wait. After some thought, he stood up, the little boy determined. Walking through the halls of the government building felt strange. Everything was so big. Maybe it was because he was so small. But the bathroom wasn't far.
After relieving himself, Milo was heading back to his mom's office when he heard some people. It seemed as though they weren't getting along. "Sir, sir. We cannot understand, please speak in English" He heard someone say. The boy could hear the other party frantically trying to speak in another language. The boy listened for a while, it didn't seem to be going that easy. It was clear that there was a language barrier between the two adults, and no one was getting very far. But, before he could go back, he saw his mother step in. Still trying to find a way to communicate without having a common language. After some time, Milo realized that he was actually understanding what the foreigner was saying. He knew they weren't speaking English, but somehow he understood. The boy walked up to the group. He heard his mother telling him to head back to her office, but he looked at the person, and spoke, in their language. Sure, the words he could say were limited, but he seemed to be able to help them come to an understanding. He even learned a few new words as he communicated with the stranger.
Able to defuse the situation, he looked back to his mother with the biggest Cheshire grin that he could muster. It was received with a mouth agape by her and her colleague. Neither of them could believe what had just happened. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself either, but that didn't matter, he was able to help.
After that instance, the boy’s mother worked to figure out exactly what had happened. He learned languages faster than should be humanly possible. From that point on, Milo enjoyed watching shows from other countries, and even listening to music from around the world. For the first three years of Milo's life, he had two loving parents. His mother and father both spoke English, but his father also tried to speak Korean as often as he could around the children. Being at such a young age, he was like a sponge. But once the man left, they were a one language family. It seemed as though their fathers language and heritage were all but gone. The mother of the children got a job at the ministry and couldn't afford a sitter. Luckily she had her own office where she could close the door and everything. So, she set the kids up with toys and games while she got to work doing her job. This became such a normal routine for them that it was expected. They knew not to leave, and if they needed anything, they would ask their mother.
One day, the woman had left for a meeting, and Milo needed to go to the bathroom. He looked over to his older sibling, who was sound asleep. Well, he couldn't wake them, and waiting didn't seem in the cards. That was alright, he could find his way on his own. He'd gone before. Sure, he had someone with him, but his tiny little blader couldn't wait. After some thought, he stood up, the little boy determined. Walking through the halls of the government building felt strange. Everything was so big. Maybe it was because he was so small. But the bathroom wasn't far.
After relieving himself, Milo was heading back to his mom's office when he heard some people. It seemed as though they weren't getting along. "Sir, sir. We cannot understand, please speak in English" He heard someone say. The boy could hear the other party frantically trying to speak in another language. The boy listened for a while, it didn't seem to be going that easy. It was clear that there was a language barrier between the two adults, and no one was getting very far. But, before he could go back, he saw his mother step in. Still trying to find a way to communicate without having a common language. After some time, Milo realized that he was actually understanding what the foreigner was saying. He knew they weren't speaking English, but somehow he understood. The boy walked up to the group. He heard his mother telling him to head back to her office, but he looked at the person, and spoke, in their language. Sure, the words he could say were limited, but he seemed to be able to help them come to an understanding. He even learned a few new words as he communicated with the stranger.
Able to defuse the situation, he looked back to his mother with the biggest Cheshire grin that he could muster. It was received with a mouth agape by her and her colleague. Neither of them could believe what had just happened. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself either, but that didn't matter, he was able to help.
After that instance, the boy’s mother worked to figure out exactly what had happened. He learned languages faster than should be humanly possible. From that point on, Milo enjoyed watching shows from other countries, and even listening to music from around the world.
