Thursday, April 1, 2010

Markus Comes To Dinner At My House

Sarana: I'm hooome. Oh and I brought home a friend. We're doing a project or something.

Mom: (in Shanghainese) Why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't prepare anything special. This is bad form!

Markus: Oh, hi. I'm Markus. (to Sarana) What did she just say?

Sarana: Nothing. Something about dinner.

Mom: Nice to meet you Markus. So, what school do you go to? Where do your parents work? Do you have any siblings?

Dad: Honey, why don't you save the questions for later. Let's eat, I'm hungry.

Mom: Okay, okay. Markus, you can sit there. Next to Jonathan.

Jonathan (Sarana's little brother, prepubscent): Who is this loser.

Sarana: Shut up and be nice. He's my friend okay.

Jonathan: Whatever. (Stuffs his face)

Markus (Poking at rice awkwardly with chopsticks): How do I use these?

Mom (Spooning lots of food into Markus' plate): Here, here, eat this. Very good. I am famous for making this.


TO BE CONTINUED.

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