“Grandpa, do you have good memory?” Nancy asks after school.
“May be I have.” Grandpa answers hesitantly. He says after a moment: “I can remember my Mom very welland a lot of things when I was growing up. I also remember how thrilled we were when we brought you home from the hospital. You were such a tiny sweet little baby. But, I often forget where my glasses are; even I had put them down moments ago.”
“But you have me, Grandpa. I can always find your glasses for you.”