I first noticed the older woman. She was walking down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to playfully poke someone with her cane. When I asked for her photograph, she broke into a smile and agreed to pose. But when I started speaking with her afterwards, her English was a bit broken and I was having a tough time understanding her. 

Luckily a young woman came across the street to investigate. “This is my grandmother,” she said.
“Can you tell me something about her?” I asked.
“She’s nice to everyone,” she answered. “Everyone loves her. She holds the whole family together.”