This story happened five and a half years ago when I was pregnant. I was 22, but I looked much younger. Year of 16. closer to the case.



I went somehow into the store and at the exit of it I saw the stairs (the entrance to the store was led by a staircase of 4 high stairs) thickness and fragility rising with the grandmother's stick. Think of it, I’ll help her get up and hold the door. She appreciated this gesture:

What a good girl you are. You are so smart to help the elderly. I have a granddaughter like you!!! Also nice, beautiful and beautiful!! to

After these words, we got up with her and stood at the entrance and I opened the door to her. But my grandmother didn’t care:

Thank you my good. You are smart as well. My granddaughter is just like you!! to

Then she saw my stomach and said:

Oh oh! and BA! Not such a prostitute!And went to the store...



P.S Do not judge a man by his appearance, we have bad old ladies for that.