I once sacrificed my life to keep my parents' promiise. This means nothing to you, because to you promises mean nothing. . . But later, she will forget her promise. She will forget she had a grandmother.
My new apartment might be a place where there are lots of children. They might gather on my porch to play, and when I step out for groceries, they will ask me, "Hi, do you have any kids?" and then, "Why not, don't you like kids?" "I like kids," I will explain. "I like kids very much. " And when I almost run over them with my car, in my driveway, I will feel many different things.