Trying to think what helped me when living in countries with a different language but it was so damn long ago, my memory isn't that good.
What I will say is I remember kindness. I remember people whose tone and gestures showed kindness even if the language made no sense.
Kindness doesn't have a language but he will understand that.
One thought - since we all know most little ones don't have a concept of time, ask the older brother how you say 'soon' in Chinese. That way, when he asks for his Mama, "soon" is a reassurance she will indeed be coming in a while.
I remember when I moved to Canada with my boys who were 4 and 1 at the time. They were lost and confused for a while, even though I was with them all day and no language issues. It's over whelming - to be away from your extended family, your old day care friends, your old routine, your old house, your old community. It's a massive adjustment.
I think despite the tears, he's doing heroically. What a brave little boy to be thrown in the deep end like this and yet for the most part just rolling with it.

































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