One of the first words I ever spoke was “halmi,” shorthand for “hahlmuhnee,” which means “grandmother.” This is not surprising since my maternal grandmother taught me how to speak. But, because of the strict rules governing Korean etiquette, I was never allowed to address my grandmother, or even speak of her, by name. And because she was the eldest of my family, neither was anyone else. 1/

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幾秒內	Joanne Molinaro, The Korean Vegan thekoreanvegan	So I was in my 30s when I first learned Hahlmuhnee’s name. I was holding her hand at the hospice facility she’d been transferred to. “Chung, Yong Neyo” was typed onto the plastic band dangling from her wrist. I thought to myself, what’s that? It was so alien to me, I didn’t even recognize it as a name at all, much less hers. 2/
10 小時內	Karla Villalón karlitaville	As a puertorican, I'm blown away by that. We attach really strongly to our family names. We keep maternal and paternal last names, and we're huge on ancestry. It's left over from Spanish rule, a great sense of pride in knowing your family's past. As an adult, my older sister and I have taken a deep dive into our Ancestry. We've found historic pictures of family members and gone back until the 1700s. We feel strangely close to our predecessors. It's like we're intimate strangers.