{To my great grandmother, Stella I wish I had met you better. I miss you so much} An old woman and a little girl were sitting in a living room. The old woman was sitting on a soft armchair and she was watching the five-year-old girl, which she was, somehow, related with the old woman. The girl was playing with a doll. After a while the girl put down the doll and asked innocently the old lady.
"Granny; why am I calling you 'granny', while you are much older than the other grannies I know?"
Granny didn't answer... she simply smiled with the question. After a few seconds she answered.
"Because I'm not your grandmother. I'm you...