Michael wasn't even three years old, but Khan could already spot clear resemblances with his parents. He seemed to have mostly taken after his mother, but Khan couldn't help but see traces of George everywhere in that young boy.
The little boy had to squint his eyes to look past Khan's light. It was actually a strange experience for him to be among so many bright-eyed people, but his youthful innocence worked in his favor there, making him curious rather than scared.
Michael heard Khan's words but half-turned to look at his father, who was still holding him straight from behind. George nodded, reassuring his son, who understood the silent invitation.
"Uncle Khan?" Michael asked, facing the blue light again.
"That's right," Khan confirmed. "I'm your Uncle Khan."
Michael remained still, doing his best to study the stranger he had heard about many times, not knowing how to react.
"Hey," Khan called, jokingly scolding the boy. "Give your Uncle a hug."
