A Small Flat, a Big Help

My grandmother lives in a small flat near the park.

She bought it forty years ago, when prices were very low.

Now the flat is worth a lot of money.

My parents want to sell it and buy a house for us.

But Grandma says no.

She wants to stay there because she knows her neighbours well.

Last week, my father asked her again.

She smiled and said, "This flat is my home, not a bank." Then she gave my parents some money for our new house.

She said they can pay her back slowly, with no interest.

My parents were very happy and surprised.

Now we visit Grandma every Sunday, and we always bring her fresh bread.