First day of fall, steel toe boots, wishbone :: Writing prompt

The first day of fall begins with the sound of wishbone. We gather at grandfather’s house, sit around him and touch his steel toe boot to our foreheads. He would ask each and everyone to spell his Chinese name in the language of red, white and blue. He would then test our multiplication table in deeper Chinese, emphasis on the number nine. In the afternoon, he would measure our heights with a dull end-bitten pencil and would always give me a two-inch lead. He laughs with eyes closed as we hear grandmother’s bound feet slide across the hallway. She says the chicken soup is ready and it is best to break cartilage while it’s warm.