“Ann, can you get that for me?” Grandma didn’t notice I was on the phone.
It’s her favourite, rich and mellow.
“Granny, I gotta go now.”
I left the 70-year-old with a cartful of cans, eggs, fruits, and frozen meat.
One day years later, as I was fetching the same salmon from the same place, she toppled beside me. Stabbing pain in the stomach.
“Have you taken your medication?” I worried.
“You are my best medication.”
The can fades. I wish she could taste the salmon once more.