My grandma is dying. She took care of me when my mom had to work overtime to raise me and care for my ill dad. Eventually, we moved in with her and my 2 aunts. I hated my aunts, but I love my grandma. I left the country 12 years ago when I was 19 after my mom died (my dad died 2 years before) and never looked back. I know it hurt my grandma; I was her first grandchild. But I really hate most of her other children, especially the two who live with her. One of them is a helpless, useless victim, and the other abuses my grandma when she can no longer fight back. Every time I call, they all ask for money. I want to visit my grandma, but I feel unsafe in that house. I feel regretful that I rarely visit her, and now she is bedridden and suffering from dementia. I wish things were different. I want to still have a family.