When I was 10 years old, my grandmother would tell me stories about her childhood. A time when people wrote letters instead of text. a time when the village elders were the Google of the community.I would listen phone in hand, half present, half scrolling. She'd laugh and say, "You live in a different world, Daniel." At the time, I didn't realize how right you truly was. We weren't just from different generations. We were from different realities.And yet somehow we shared the same home, the same sky, and th ...