My younger brother, is six years my junior. So I was able to observe him growing up.

His first word was khao… the name of his security blanket. Tattered, pink and blue… and he never let it go until he was 10. Blanket is takaro in Hungarian…

He also had code words for other things. My older brother was duyi, and I was uyi… Make sense, right? It is not what other people call things that is their name, it is what YOU call them.
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