Of all the things wrong with this, what sticks out to me how he seemed to be offended when you put down your boundaries. I feel sorry for your sister and i would share this with her. If he behaves like this with his own family, it doesn’t bode well outside of it. Yeah, perhaps replying wasn’t the best idea but i cannot put myself in your position vis-a-vis your state of mind at the time but it doesn’t take away the lack of appropriateness of his comments.

It relates to stuk, which means broken in this context. It can also mean a piece. You could read it as (broken) into pieces.

I find this monologue amazing as it reveals so much about someone with narcissistic personality only that the character has more self awareness than the typical narcissist.

What other posters said, respond with the blinking. My son calls them eye kisses. It shows trust. In case you’re unfamiliar: you look at her and slowly close your eyes for a second. She might mirror it. Facing a fierce predator such as the one you pictured and confronting it willingly blinded, even for a second, takes courage. She’ll honour it most likely. Also food and clean water, preferably placed in separate locations.

I like learning languages so with that in mind: German, Dutch, French, Swedish, Estonian, Russian, Afrikaans, Japanese, Mandarin, Korean, Irish and Latin. I don’t speak all of them thought.

Don’t remember the movie or show but on aired in Korea I saw they would blur out parts such as cigarettes as well as arm pits (male actor) and a chef’s knife (prop was being held with the actors intention to defend herself).

Freshly cut Ytong blocks. Ink of ballpoint pens.

One day he was going on about Kiki, how she does things in a certain way and I kept him going by say how interesting it was. He then turned to me and asked “You know that Kiki isn’t real, right, I made her up?”. He doesn’t like lying or being lied to, so within that frame I guess he wanted me to confirm that it was just play.

Our child has one. Her name is Kiki and she lives on a farm where she drives her tractors in a village called Plamplams. She speaks also an imaginary language. It seems like she represents experience he lives through vicariously expressing some image he has on how he fits in this world. We as his parents have always encouraged him; it is wonderful how he develops such creative images.