For two years, my husband’s family spoke German around me whenever they wanted privacy.

They assumed I understood almost none of it.

I never corrected them.

I’d started learning German quietly after marrying Julian, partly because I wanted to understand his family better. I wasn’t fluent enough to join their fastest conversations, but after two years of lessons, podcasts and practice, I understood far more than they realized…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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