I love this post. I read many posts on reddit especially on subreddits like this and I like them but I've never connected to a post like this one. My grandmother, the one I have left at least, is a seemingly tough woman that grew up in Greece in a 1 room (not bedroom, the whole house was 1 room) with her mother, father and 7 siblings. They had to use pots and pans to gather the rain because the roof had more holes than a drainer. Her mother wasn't one to do a lot of housework and so my grandmother was the one cleaning everyone's messes up. She married and in time managed to have all of her 4 children study medicine. It breaks me to see how little respects she gets, despite her personality being one that commands respect. She is a tough woman though. It's hard to get in and sometimes it might seem that she is impenetrable. I remember one time I noticed her market cart was rusty and made a lot of noise. I bought her a new one which is no biggie, the things cost 10 euros despite her telling me not to. Once she saw, she called me to her house and ranted over how I shouldn't have done that. A couple days later my mother told me that she received an emotionally charged call from my grandma about how she loved her cart but didn't want me spending my money on her because she was afraid that I wouldn't keep enough for myself I love my grandmother so much, I am in constant fear that she will die before I visit Greece one last time. Thank you so much u/SolarBear