When I Couldn’t Talk to My Grandparents, Literally
<p>I relied on my mom and aunt to talk to my grandparents. My grandparents spoke German — my mom and aunt’s native tongue — and since my nine-year-old cousin, Jackson, and I were raised in America, we only spoke English (although I took a few semesters of German in college). My mom and my aunt translated for us. We stayed in an apartment a few miles away. One evening, my mom and aunt visited friends, and Jackson and I still walked to my grandparents for dinner.</p>
<p>We sat at the table with Oma and Opa, in the dining room, ready to eat Abendbrot. Wooden plates sat on the table. The condiments laid out: sausage made from blood and tongue, a meat with gelatin around it, other types of meats, various stinky cheeses, and liverwurst. We used knives and forks to eat, because this is how a civilized society eats. Not with their hands.</p>
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