Listening

I am very fortunate to hear different stories from my elders. In the weekend after shopping we dropped by a grandmother in the neighbourhood. I have always called her grandma for as long as I know. The day before while cycling I already saw her but I went to fast to stop.

So the day after I asked my mom if she wanted to visit after our shopping spree. Grandma's daughter was also there, all the way from Malasya. I got to hear how my generation doesn't know the feeling of hunger and poverty.

How people of the ages of 40, 60 and 80 are reminising about their childhood and food. How they used to wait to get food on the plates. How happy they are thinking about the time they have so much less. It makes me proud that I can hear these stories about them.

Complaining that we now don't value the primary things in our lives makes it kind of funny how different generations think of stuff and food. By listening good to their conversations I am very happy to live in the present instead of the past.