"Who are you?" The woman asked as she looked up and down at Siying. She didn't know why he approached her.
Siying pursed his lips and lowered his head, feeling sad. "I am sorry, Aunty."
"Huh?" She was confused.
"I asked you who you are. Why are you saying sorry?"
Siying clutched his pants. "Because I made you angry...sorry for bo-bo... bordering you…"
The woman rapidly blinked her eyes.
Bordering?
Oh...He means to say bothering…
Her lips couldn't help but lift into a soft smile. "It is 'bothering,' not 'bordering.'"
Siying looked up at her questioningly. "Bothe...Both...Bod...Bordering?"
Back to square one.
The woman shook her head. "No. Break it down into small parts. Bo-the-ring."
"Bo...da…" Siying fumbled a bit in the pronunciation.
"No. It's 'the.'"
"Bo...the...ring."
The woman nodded. "Correct. Now try to say it at once."
"Bo...the...ring. Bothe..ring. Bothering."
"Correct. Good work."
Siying's eyes sparkled. "Yay! I did it right! Yay! Yay!"
