I will never forget the time when I was eleven years old and staying with my grandparents at their apartment in Washington, D.C. I was in the kitchen watching TV, and my grandmother was in her office next to the kitchen. All of a sudden, I heard my grandmother fall. When I went to see what happened, I found her on the ground. She couldn’t get up. According to my mom, I immediately ran to the phone and dialed 911 – thought I don’t remember doing that. The next thing I remember is that I was riding down in an elevator with my grandmother on a stretcher with an oxygen mask strapped to her face. I will never forget her looking up at me, almost as if she were speaking visually, with her eyes saying “help me.” I didn’t fully understand what was going on, except that my grandmother was not okay and I was scared.
This is just a lovely piece of writing. Congratulations.