"Grammar, how old are you?"

"Very old, honey. I've been around since before Shakespeare."

"Who is that?"

"An old friend of mine. Someone who knew me very well when I was young."

"That old?"

"Older than you can imagine. Let's just say I've survived centuries of bad spelling, missing commas, and terrible punctuation."

"Did that hurt?"

(Sigh) "You have no idea. People have been looking down on me for centuries. Apostrophes? Forgotten. Capital letters? Ignored. Text messages? A disaster."

"But is it really that bad? Maybe you're just being too strict."

"Too strict? Do you know how many times I’ve been ghosted? And yet, here I am, still holding sentences together while people throw 'LOL' and 'imo' everywhere."

"Well... at least you're relevant."

"Relevant? Ha! I'm essential! Without me, your words are just a chaotic mess. You need me more than I need you. I may be old, but I have the power to make you sound smart."

"I love you, Grammar."

"I know you do, but I like it when you tell me. Now go write something, and remember: No run-on sentences!"