“I just hate how unhappy you are here when I know you wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for me.” “Grandad,” I state, releasing his hand so he can sit more comfortably. “I’m here because I want to be. You’re important to me. You have to know that,” my voice cracks and my eyes begin to burn with unshed tears as I force out the next words. “I would do anything for you. You’re my hero.”
