Here’s another story. So, after my parents and I finished a Jewish holiday that required us to go to a synagogue (I don’t remember what the holiday was), my parents meet with a woman. Just to let you know, I was like, 5 or 4 at the time and when she said that her last name was the same as mine, I hugged her because my brain thought that if someone has the same last name as yours, they’re related you. Never did that again.