On the way up, I met a elderly couple in the lift.

Well, you know how people try to avoid talking to one another in the lift?

In our family, we usually do it differently. We try to smile, greet and bid farewell, especially to our estate neighbours and people around here have been especially friendly.

This time, the grandma took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

She asked, “How old is your brother?”

I gave her an incredulous look, “My BROTHER? She’s a girl and I’m HER MOM!”

Too funny (pardon the broken English), isn’t it and how can I not roar after such a funny episode?