There’s a famous story about Isaac Asimov’s mother Anna Asimov. It’s in one of Isaac’s many autobiographies. Anna and her husband Judah Asimov immigrated to the US from Russia and worked very hard operating a candy store in New York while raising Isaac and his siblings. Isaac eventually became a famous writer. After Isaac’s parents were finally able to retire, Anna (still with her Russian accent and not-so-great English after all those years) decided to take a creative writing class at the local college. The stories she handed in had grammar and spelling errors like you’d expect, but they had inventive plots, interesting characters, and so on. At the end of the semester, the instructor complimented her on her work, and asked her if she was related to Isaac Asimov, who by then was quite well known. “Yes, he is my dear son”, she replied. “Oh! No wonder you’re such a good writer”, the instructor said. “No”, responded Anna, “you mean, no wonder he’s such a good writer.” I’ll see myself out.