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The thing is, the children love grandmas more than the parents sometimes, because they spoil them. Whatever they cannot have with the parents, they have it with the “gran.” I loved my grandma also. […] She was very pious. And her life was so simple – just a bed and a hammock on the side and a small oven to cook, on one side, with wood, wood or twigs, dry twigs that she found. And an urn to put water in, that’s it. I helped her to carry water from the well. […] And then I read her stories that she liked. […]
