Dad's grip on my neck felt like it was about to snap it, and no matter how much it hurt or how hard I struggled to breathe, the pain in my heart was far worse.
It was like a thousand knives stabbing through my chest, each one leaving my heart bleeding and broken.
I sobbed, my heart aching as though it might tear apart.
Why wasn't it me? Why did it have to be my grandmother, the one I loved most?
"Dad..." I grabbed my Dad's hand, begging him to let go, but he only tightened his hold. It felt like I was suffocating, like I was dying.
When he finally released me, I gasped for air, tears streaming down my face. I looked at his furious expression and cried, "Dad, I... I..."
I didn't want Grandma to die, either. I loved her so much, and losing her hurt more than anything.
I begged Dad not
