One summer day, my mother and I came to my grandmother for a cottage. It was a place of my childhood, where every flowerbed and an old creaking fence caused warm memories. But this visit was a test for me. While my mom and grandmother were chatting in the kitchen, I noticed how my grandmother was cleaning at lunch, she wiped the table with a regular cloth. Then, on my horror, she began to “polish” knives and forks in the same cloth. My admiration for my grandmother’s cleanliness of my grandmother has disappeared. Since then, I began to avoid food.

“Mom, did you see what my grandmother is doing?” I whispered in my mother’s ear as my grandmother left. Mom just sighed: “Yes, dear, I noticed. But this is her house, and she does everything in her own way.” It didn’t comfort me. “But it’s not hygienic!” – I was indignant. Each visit to my grandmother turned to me to test. I started bringing my own devices and carefully using them, trying not to offend anyone. “Dear, why do you eat your fork?” Grandma asked once, looking at me in surprise.

I felt myself in a difficult situation, but I decided it is time to say frankly: “Grandma, I don’t like how you wash the dishes. It seems so wrong.” My grandmother looked at me in surprise, then smiled. “Dear, I have done so my whole life. But if you don’t like it, I will try to change my habits.” Since then, the grandmother has begun to pay more attention to hygiene in the kitchen. And I realized that it was important to express their fears and give people a chance to change. This experience has taught me that sometimes worth the risk to improve the situation.