I remember that this is the same tone she uses to speak to children. I then realize she thinks I'm still a child. I try to hold her down. But she starts struggling. My voice shakes as I call my grandfather for help.
Tears form and threaten to spill out.
I don't know what to do. My grandfather grabs me as I begin taking off my vest. I don't know what I am thinking. All I want to do is stop my grandmother from moving. Then I hear him calmly soothing my grandmother.