Growing up I had the privilege of visiting my grandma a couple of times. During that time, if there’s anything I always look forward to on the way to see her it is her endless tales. Their themes limitless (some could even transcend into another and another like the trilogies we read today). She always had a story to tell and I can remember enjoying every one of them.
In my little stay on earth, I’ve come to notice that many people are in the habit of imitating just everything they do. They imitate Mr. A’s dressing, imitate Mr. B’s walking, Mr. C’s talking and . . .