The message came late on a Wednesday night. My phone buzzed with a simple notification from our family group chat — one that, in hindsight, I’ll never forget.
“Does anyone have a little to spare? I need $60 for something important,” my grandmother wrote.
No emojis. No details. Just that.
The chat stayed silent. No replies. Not from my mom, not from my aunts or uncles, not from my cousins. The little gray “seen” indicators popped up one by one, and then the chat went dark again.
I stared at the screen for a while, thinking someone else would respond. But no one did.
Two days later, something tugged at me. I sent her a quick text — “Hey Grandma, everything okay?”
She didn’t answer.
That night, she died in her sleep.
