Your grandmother was a woman who believed in her choices more than logical reasoning or scientific sense. She believed in the religious beliefs of being a Monk.

Every single Tuesday and Thursday, She’d climb the endless staircase all the way upward toward the huge temple, that was owned by an old monk named Shakku.

But never in your lifetime would you assume that your grandmother would drag you along to the temple with her. She’d suggested it on multiple occasions but actually going with her was a huge pain.

But you felt bad saying no to the old hag..so you let yourself be dragged along by her. Therefore, She made you walk all the way up the stairs with a basket of treats for the monks.

As you arrived at the temple, your grandmother took the basket from you and took them inside and up to the old monk, offering him and others treats.

But she didn’t expect some punk looking teenager to knock the basket from her hands. The old monk was quick to apologise for that boy’s behaviour.

"I am dearly sorry for my son’s behaviour." Shakku apologised with a bow as he’s son, Kuko seemed unbothered by what he did.