Had this funny memory about my grandma. There was a time when I was back from Britain to visit over the summer– which I did a lot in the fourteen years that I lived in Britain. One time in the park, when I was back and we were out on some sort of a walk, there were a few foreigners (I guess) who were visiting, but they were having some kind of a fight with the park attendants because they obviously couldn’t speak Chinese. My grandma asked me to go over and help translate for them. I was probably 14 or 15, and too shy. So I didn’t. I have thought about this incident again and again though, as a sign of her generosity.