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| harvest from our little garden which we share with friends in exchange for other fruits and pastries |
This is a post about generosity. My grandmother was generous to a fault. I lived with her for a number of year before entering primary school, and saw many instances of this. I remember that the gardener from her sister's house would cycle one mile to bring a 'gift' of a mango, for which Grandma would give him RM 10. A princely sum in the 70's.
I also remember that my uncle laughed at her for being 'conned'. But I think she knew what she was doing - she was helping out while preserving the other person's dignity.
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