Last week we were at Mersina’s grandparents’ house and were all sitting around the dining table at nearly the end of the meal. Grandma was standing and M kept looking at her. Uncle James had come in and taken her seat.
“I don’t have a chair Mersina” she explained. M looked down at her own and then around the table before pointing behind grandma at a chair just a little apart from the ones at the table. “Ay-ee” she pointed out and was right. There was an empty chair.
I found it astonishing that she understood that much.