Grandma’s lessons on sensitivity

L&T Publisher Earl Watt
I learned a tough lesson form my grandma growing up that seems to be lost these days.
Being the youngest in the group, I would be the target of the occasional off-colored remark.
When my feelings were hurt, I ran inside to the kitchen to find my grandma working on supper. I informed her of the major transgression committed against me, fully expecting her to rattle some cages and restore my dignity.