Whenever I visited my grandmother, she would cut up fruit for me. I was around 8 years old when I realized she always peeled and cut these sweet fruits for me, but never ate any of it. That's when I had this great idea to always leave a piece for her. Every time she collected my bowl, she huffed, "Why are you always leaving one left? Is it not hard to eat one more piece?" and finished it for me.
Now, she is too old to use a knife.
Whenever I visit her, I cut some fruit for her. I don't cut any for myself, but luckily for me, she is always leaving a piece for me.