I often watched the ebb and flow of the conversation around me. Free from following the words, it was amazing to just watch the dynamics of a conversation. The gathering of such a large extended family reminded me of my own clan back home, especially the way they all seemed to talk at once, laughing often and easily. Despite being unable to understand them literally, on another plane, they did speak my language. Their kindess flowed to me in many other ways. One cousin was determined to introduce me to everyone – it seemed to me that I had to call everyone “Cousin”, the word in Cantonese being gender specific (like in English we have nephew and niece) so really I only had to learn two words “boy-cousin” and “girl-cousin” and not each individual’s name!