I had two grandmothers. One was very crazy about me. She had many other grandchildren – some older than me – but I was her favorite. She thought I was very cute.
One time she bought a bunch of different small breads from the man who came down the street with his box of breads on his shoulders. (He had a whistle to tell people he was coming.) After she put the breads into a drawer, I pulled each one out secretly and took a bite. When they were served later to my family, each one was missing a piece. She knew who did it, but she did not get angry.
This was written in our intermediate English conversation class held at the Day Worker Center.