She asked if I was from Greenland. It’s no surprise, because some Greenlanders look like Asians. I explained that I was married to a Danish guy. I was going to ask her questions back, to carry a conversation, but it became her own talk-show…. boy did she talk none stop.
“She must be lonely….and have bad hearing…. I can be a good listener and give her a comfort!”
I can volunteer sometimes. I listened to her…nodded…. smiled…. then suddenly “Nr.4~~!” banker called a number.
The grandma stood up right away, cutting her talk, walked away very fast without saying good bye.
She was after all strange, always trust your instinct. But at least I got a cartoon materials!