At Nogi Sushi, we ordered six different bento boxes—beef, teriyaki chicken, sushi, tempura—each one a little different. It turned out to be a good decision. We shared, we tasted, and everyone found something they liked.
More importantly, everyone enjoyed the moment.
Before we left, I asked Ayden, “Shall we come back again?”
He gave me a big, confident yes.
That alone made the lunch worthwhile.
After the meal, while we were still chatting, Ayden asked me a simple question:
“Grandpa, what interesting thing did you do during March break?”
I paused for a second, then told him,
“I write blog posts every day. I actually have two blogs.”
He looked surprised—and curious.
He told me he had read a few of my older posts, including one about snow shovelling in winter. I smiled and said, “That was quite some time ago.” Then I showed him one of my more recent posts—about my old classmate, Philip Chan, who went from being mischievous in school to becoming a police superintendent and later a music producer.
Ayden read quietly.
Then he looked up and said,
“Grandpa is writing well.”
That short sentence stayed with me.
Not because it was praise—but because of what it represents.
A 12-year-old boy, living in a fast-moving digital world, took the time to read his grandfather’s writing… and responded with sincerity.
That is not something to take lightly.
Later, I learned from Alison that Ayden actually writes quite well himself. Of course, like all young people, he still has plenty of room to improve.
But that is exactly where his potential lies.
And perhaps, in a very small and quiet way, I have found a new goal:
To help nurture his interest in writing.
Not by teaching.
Not by correcting.
But simply by continuing to write, to share, and to show him that writing can be meaningful, enjoyable, and worth doing.
What started as a simple family lunch at Nogi Sushi turned into something more.
A connection.
A moment of recognition.
And a small bridge between generations—built not with technology, but with words.
Final thought:
Sometimes, we write to remember.
Sometimes, we write to express.
But every now and then, without realizing it,
we write for someone who is quietly beginning to read.
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一顿便当午餐，一个简单的问题，一份静静的期望
在 Nogi Sushi，我们点了六份不同的便当——牛肉、照烧鸡、寿司、天妇罗，每一份都有不同的搭配。结果证明这是一个很不错的选择。我们可以一起分享、品尝，每个人都能找到自己喜欢的口味。
更重要的是，大家都很享受这一刻。
离开前，我问 Ayden：“我们以后还要不要再来？”
他毫不犹豫地给了我一个大大的“要”。
单是这一点，这顿午餐已经很值得了。
饭后，我们还在轻松聊天时，Ayden 问了我一个简单的问题：
“爷爷，你在 March Break 做了什么有趣的事情？”
我想了一下，然后告诉他：
“我每天都会写博客，其实我有两个博客。”
他看起来有点惊讶，也很感兴趣。
他说他曾经看过我以前写的一些文章，比如冬天铲雪那一篇。我笑着说：“那已经是很久以前了。”然后我给他看了一篇我最近写的文章——关于我的老同学，Philip Chan，他小时候调皮捣蛋，后来却成为警司，再后来又成为音乐制作人。
Ayden 静静地读着。
然后他抬起头，说了一句：
“爷爷写得很好。”
这短短的一句话，一直留在我心里。
并不是因为那是一句赞美，
而是因为它背后的意义。
一个生活在数码时代的12岁孩子，愿意花时间去阅读他爷爷写的文章，还给出了真诚的回应。
这并不是一件可以轻视的事情。
后来我从 Alison 那里了解到，Ayden 其实写作也不错。当然，像所有年轻人一样，他还有很大的进步空间。
但这正正就是他的潜力所在。
而也许，在这样一个不经意的时刻，我为自己找到了一个新的目标：
激发他对写作的兴趣。
不是去教导，
不是去纠正，
而是通过我自己继续写、继续分享，让他看到写作原来可以是有意义的、有乐趣的，也是一件值得坚持的事情。
原本只是一顿在 Nogi Sushi 的普通家庭午餐，
却慢慢变成了一段更深的体验。
一种连接。
一个被看见的瞬间。
以及一座在两代人之间悄悄建立的小桥——不是用科技，而是用文字。
最后的想法：
有时候，我们写作是为了记录。
有时候，我们写作是为了表达。
但偶尔，在不知不觉中，
我们其实是在为一个正在悄悄开始阅读的人而写。
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