The answer

In her birthday, I asked to my grandmother: How to live so long?

She told me: Once upon a time, there was a man that took care of all his movements. He never laughed cuz he was worried about wrinkles. He'd never had neither a girlfriend and nor friends: he thought that they were a danger. One day he died because of a tramp with a stair.

So the question would be: How to live well? And my answer would be: it’s not about quantity, it’s about quality.

Today, I am 90 years old and still smile, it isn’t difficult.

Written by: assapora