... because she's a lovely lady, as the joke goes.
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| Baby cousin but I can't identify which one |
Actually I hardly knew my grandma because I was only a few years old when she died. For a while she lived in our house and then moved to my uncle's house where she died. One memory I have (but one can never be sure if some early memories are simply mental recreations of a verbal account) is of own volition taking a bowl of congee to spoon feed her. She must have mentioned it later to other adults, saying the congee was too hot (I probably took the bowl while it was still cooling), but she appreciated the gesture. No, I wasn't an especially kind-hearted kid or anything like that, just a kid learning by imitating adults, like those kids who want to help adults carry shopping.
