I was showing my grandmother (that’s me and her above) and aunt my kindle when my aunt asked me whether it was made by Apple. “Apple, apple,” my grandmother (who has never used a computer before) said, “I know that name. The man who discovered the first apple just died. I read about him in a magazine this week. He grew up very poor. His father was a coolie, and they did not have any money. He used to walk four-five kilometers for food. He started his work at first in a shed. And he once had cancer, but when he went back to the doctor, the doctor started crying. He had the kind of cancer that could actually become better, and that was even before he became famous. See, he had the ability to be smart even through such difficult circumstances. Sometimes, I wonder, why didn’t I have any children like that?”
Keep in mind that my own father is one of her unimpressive children.