I sat down at the restaurant table, helping my young boy up on his seat. I smiled when he looked at the menu as if he actually understood what it said. Although my son was half French, I never really taught him my language. I was half fluent anyway.

I looked over at the beach next to the restaurant. I had taken my small family on a vacation to Europe. We visited my hometown in France and were now in Italy. I spoke a bit of everything since I was born in the continent.

I looked over at my wife, mainly gazing at her hand. A smile formed on my face as her wedding ring gleamed.

“How’s Europe, love?” I murmured, kissing her hand.