Me too got a pair of parents!

Till I was around four I went about calling my Dad , Mon's Acchan(Son's dad) and my mother, Mon's Mother(Son's mother). I do not know why I did that but perhaps I watched my brother and worked out my own quaint logic. The premise was he was called mon and he would call them Achha and Amma. So I started calling them 'Monde Accha' and 'Monde Amma'. I do not know why nobody corrected(I guess working parents don't really concentrate what you call them when they try to balance a job and family) and I grew up without identifying my pair of parents. The summer of the year i turned four at my grandmother's place a maid asked me "so then where are your parents?" That was the first time the emptiness of my world hit me. I blinked at her bewildered and I heard her say "  If you keep calling them as Mon's they will pack you off to your parents  in china, that is why you have a chinese nose". I managed to screw my eyes to see the tip of my nose but then as she said they were flat chinese. I waddled to my parents' room. They were relaxing with their son. I stood for sometime watching them and said " Accha and Amma I don't want to be chinese"My mother took it for another strange babble of mine but my dad and me looked eye to eye for sometime and then I knew I would not be sent to China. Well then, what's in a name? After all we name the emotions, the realtionships.