[originaltext] My grandmother was 88 years old when I was 18. She was tall a

My grandmother was 88 years old when I was 18. She was tall and thin with small bright eyes. She was kind and good at telling stories.
    All kinds of people, young and old, rich and poor, loved her. Children came to her for stories and candies. Young women came to her for advice about their problems. She was always smiling. She used to say, "We have only one life to live. We should face it with smiles. It is easier to be happy than to be sad." When some of her friends were busy or had to go out for a few hours, my grandmother always volunteered to take care of their children. And children were always happy to be with her.