"Yes, Grandma, I'll be there soon. Just give me a moment, please. You really shouldn't ask me these questions in public!" I yelled into my phone.

It's not my fault. I had to walk to the gas station today in the pouring rain. It has been a constant nightmare since she learned how to use a phone. Call after call, she checks in on me to see if I'm okay. I love her dearly, but there have to be some boundaries.

Even though I have made it clear that I will never abandon her, she raised me since I was a child. I consider it my responsibility to take care of her, just as she took care of me. She learned from her Facebook group that older people need low-fat milk to strengthen their bones, and the only place to get it is seven blocks away.

Despite encountering rude people and drunken homeless individuals, I managed to get the milk. Finally, I reached the crosswalk, where I patiently waited for the walk sign, even with the rain pouring like cats and dogs. Suddenly, my phone in my pocket started ringing again. With a sigh, I felt the vibration and answered, saying, "Grandma..."

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Out of nowhere, I felt a sudden push from behind, causing me to collapse onto the wet pavement. I was ready to yell at the person responsible. "Honk!" To my left, a truck crashed into me, throwing me into the air.

As I hit the ground, my body felt twisted, and I could hear a crowd surrounding me, screaming and crying, trying to help. But I couldn't care less. All I could hear was my grandmother calling out for me. Oh, how I wished I could talk to her one more time.

I tried desperately to reach out, but it was in vain. I watched as a man, with a malicious grin on his face, hung up my phone. "He needs chest compressions!" he yelled, pushing people out of the way. What was he doing? Placing his hands on my chest, he pressed down hard, too hard.

Why wasn't anyone noticing this? He was suffocating me. How could they be so oblivious? With one final push, I felt something inside me crack. As I lay there fading away, blood coughed up from my body. My life and pain flashed before my eyes. I'm sorry, Grandma, but I'm dying.