"But she's Grandma," Yelena said seriously."I look old, don't I?" Nancy asked a little grumpily—it would be upsetting whether she was addressed as grandma or otherwise."No." Yelena shook her head and explained seriously, "You are Mommy's mommy, so that means you're Grandma."Nancy was speechless for a moment, and she snapped, "Eat."She was certainly not bothered to waste her breath with a four-year-old brat, and she carried Yelena to another chair, bringing over a child's fork and spoon to feed her."I don't like cucumbers, Grandma," Yelena huffed. "I want meat.""Your hair will turn gray if you don't eat your greens.""Would that look bad?" Yelena asked."Yes.""But your hair is gray, Grandma," Yelena said, pointing at Nancy's hair.While Nancy was left speechless, Yelena demanded, "I want meat, Grandma."Nancy had no choice but to cut a slice of cod and put it on her plate.After she ate, Yelena said, "I want soup, Grandma. I'm thirsty."Nancy brought her a small bowl
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