But things changed very quickly.
The next time I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother, she held my hand and said she did not want to continue treatment anymore.
My hand paused while peeling the apple, and I looked up at her in confusion.
"But the doctor said the treatment is working."
Tears filled my grandmother's eyes.
"I'm already so old. It is not worth ruining your future for this broken-down body of mine."
"Grandma..."
My expression gradually turned serious.
"Did someone say something to you?"
My grandmother wiped her tears and shook her head.
"No one said anything. It is just that earning enough for these medical bills cannot be easy for you."
I reached out and hugged her.
"It's okay, Grandma. I'm not tired."
*****
Back then, when my parents disliked me for bein
