Even the person who had asked the question was so shocked by her astonishing reply that she didn't know how to react.
After a while, someone finally replied lightly, "Briley, you really are something!"
Everyone else exchanged awkward glances and stopped talking, focusing on the food instead.
That was how things worked at village banquets. If you clicked with someone, you might chat a little more. If not, you would just follow the motions and leave.
After that day, the entire village knew that the Wiley family had an extraordinary grandchild, or at least, that was how my mother thought it.
Paisley began to approve of my mother's feeding methods. So whenever my nephew was hungry and cried loudly, Paisley would always carry him to my mother for breastfeeding.
As time went on, my nephew grew healthier, but the yellowish hue on his face became even more pronounced.
When my nephew turned six months old and it was time to introduce solid foods, my mother mysteriously brought out a bowl of something. "Jocelyn, guess what this is?" My mother's excitement was written all over her face, and she could hardly hide it.