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"Shawn, I'm just testing you. The truth is that the birthmark I was asking for was here behind your ear," Grandma Mila said as she touched the small mole that was behind his ear. If he purposely looked for it, they could see it.

"Oh, Grandma…" Shawn mumbled and hugged the old woman tight.

"Tell me, Mr. Grey, if I'm not mistaken, there's embroidery name, Shawn, in his shirt and shorts when you found him?" Grandma asked, looking at Mr. Grey.

"Yes, Mrs. Mila. There is,” he admitted.

"You see, I wasn't mistaken. You are my grandson. I'm just checking on you earlier." Grandma giggled.

They stayed there until lunchtime, and the old woman cooked a dish that was Shawn's late father's favorite dish.

"This is one of your father's favorite dishes, steam fish with mayonnaise sauce."

"Shawn's favorite is seafood, anything that's seafood. He likes it. Either you cook it with sauce, fried or grilled." Mr. Grey said.

"He is like his father. His mother likes to do embroidery. The truth is that his mot