C is gracious to introduce Granma to any new comers. With a straight face, she told Kelly: This is my granma. She is from airport” She did the same to Mohit and others.
Last Jan, when we had just come back from India, C would think that Granma lived in a plane and would point every plane that went over our house and say “granma irukkaanga”
Now G is coming from the airport. Everything makes sense now!
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