Mr. York listened to his mother's words, looking at her with exasperation as he asked, "What are you saying!?"
"Look at this, the kid looks so much like your dad!!" Grandma York shouted at Mr. York, then muttered softly, "Why is it that my ears are bad, and now yours are too..."
"No, Mom, how does he look like my dad at all!?" Mr. York couldn't help but glare at Ethan and, raising his voice, said to his mother, "Look carefully at the photo in your hand!! From the hair to the eyes, from the nose to the mouth, not a single feature is alike!!"
"Keep your voice down, I'm not deaf," Grandma York said, giving her son a disdainful look, "Ah, I can't explain this to y'all, but anyway, our little Ethan's expressions are identical to your father when he was young. Look, his gaze is so gentle!!"
Your little Ethan??
Mr. York widened his eyes, thinking how did Ethan suddenly become part of the family just while he was parking the car??
