Yesterday my grandmother bought a bag full of Mikan (clementines) with no second thought.
Today, she admitted to me that I have to eat at least five a day because we bought too many.
We laughed for a while though, because we both knew she was crazy.
Living with my grandmother has been very interesting to say the least. And even when she gets mad at me for waking up too late and when she worries about when I go outside alone, I still see that she is my Oba and she's a great one at that.