Prius, as he was called now, had a pretty good life in Cambodia. It wasn't great, but not terrible. So he was a little saddened, and surprised to hear hed been adopted. He remembered some fat American talking ay him for a while, and the next thing he knew. He was on a private plane to the US. So far, things didn't seem so bad, the chairs on the plane where huge, and then his new father spoke to him.
"Are you having fun Prius, hm? Avez-vous faim?" The man cooed as if Prius was four instead of ten and didn't speak English. He just sort of stared at the man, shocked. And with no answer Jeffery went on.
"Nǐ èle ma?" He asked in Manderin, still no answer.
"tae anak khlean haey ryy now ?"
Though Prius understood the question, all four times, he was amazed by the tone used, not to mention the poor accents.
"You know "food"?" Jeffrey asked and patted his stomach. FINALLY, Prius nodded slightly with the same look to his face.
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