I was twelve. My grandmother had been suffering with throat cancer. I hadn't seen her in months. The phone rang one evening. It was about 7 p.m. It was my aunt. She explained my grandmother was very sick and would not make it through the night, most likely. I hung up. I went to my mother and asked her to take me to the hospital so I could tell her goodbye. My mother explained to me, that we had very little fuel, and could not make the journey. I became very...