I was 20-21, and I had a passion a couple of years younger than I was. At the family feast at her house, on some occasion there, all gathered, including her grandmother. There was little room at the table, so I put my passion on my knees. No one gave this importance, well, the kind of love there, the youth and all the affairs, but the grandmother was unhappy. A few minutes straight with all her appearance and a drum under her nose showed that she was clearly dissatisfied with something. So she asks, “Alo, Mommy, why did you wake up?” Too little or what? The grandmother recalled that the granddaughter, the granddaughter of the guy on his knees sits and is not ashamed, and hugs. Disappearance is something, and no one cares, but she is in her years... There the grandmother, the daughter of the grandmother, stands up and adds - here you are in her years, she has already given birth to me, exactly at 18. The grandmother silences, knocks on the stopper and moves away to the neighboring room. Such things.