My grandmother was very ill, and a friend was talking to me about how difficult it was to see my grandmother like that.
A little girl, one of my students, was listening to the conversation. Once my friend had left, she asked me, “Miss, what happened to your mother?”
“Nothing happened to my mother,” I replied, smiling.
“Then who was Auntie talking about?”
“My grandmother.”
She looked at me with big, round eyes. “Your grandmother is still alive!?”
“Yes!” I replied, surprised. “All four grandparents are alive.” Realising that I was lucky in this respect, I asked, “Are yours alive?”
“Of course!” she said with a puzzled shrug. “But I’m young!”
I, on the other hand, was 24 years OLD.
😀 Do not remind me of the ‘O’ word 😀
Good one.
🙂 Children put things in perspective. The first time a child called me ‘Auntie’, everyone laughed at her. Now, when children call me that, everyone thinks it’s normal.