On Grandma's Anniversary, Brother Forced Grave-Sweeping; Regret Drove Him Mad

On the anniversary of Grandma's death, my eldest brother demanded I atone. He dragged me, fresh out of heart surgery, up the hill to tend her grave. Halfway up the slope, crawling now, a heart attack hit me and I collapsed on the ground in agony. Instinctively I turned to my second brother, the doctor, for help. But before he could move, my eldest brother spoke first, his face full of disgust. "Grandma may have been hard on you, but she died saving you. How can you hold a grudge and play dead just to avoid paying your respects to her!"