I sat next to a girl on the road today. A little later, my grandmother came in and sat in front of us. The girl took the smartphone, put it in front of herself, and the grandmother says:

Remove the phone.

Why this? The girl asked.

You are blaming me!

Why are you ticking me? The girl was upset.

I understood it for a long time and said to my grandmother:

Let’s change places.

How about you? My grandmother asked.

I am strong, I can withstand it.

We moved, the girl continued to radiate, this time me, and the grandmother looked at me with gratitude and compassion.

Being a hero is not difficult.