My Persian grandparents are visiting right now. They left Iran after the 1979 Revolution, and have lived in the United States since then. My grandfather (Baba) is in his 90s, and my grandmother (Maman) is in her 70s. They are hilarious and adorable, and I’m so glad I get to spend so much time with them.
Today my mother went with them to the grocery store. They came home, and as I was putting shoes on to get the groceries from the car, Baba insisted that he wanted to come help get the groceries.
90 years old, and wants to help me, a 24 year old, carry groceries. Needless to say, I did not let him help me.
I had techno music playing while I cleaned the house. When they got home, I turned off the music. Maman says to me, in Farsi, “No, the music is nice! We are American now, we like it!”
Mom and I went outside and died laughing.