When I leave the office, the phone suddenly rings, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I see the contact on the screen and hurry to answer my phone. It's my mom and I think it's important because she never calls me at work.
"Hello, Mom, what's up?"
"Sweetie, I hope I'm not interrupting your work. Tell me, why didn't you mention that you saw your grandfather?"
Her question surprises me. What's all this about?
"I only saw him briefly. We coincidentally crossed paths here at work. Don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong."
"I know you're a good girl. It's just that your grandfather talked to your father and he wants to see you tomorrow at his house."
"Tomorrow? That's impossible. I have an appointment, and I'm not going to cancel it for my grandfather. I'm sorry, Mom."
"Dear, I think it's necessary for all of us to visit your grandfather. He wants to see us. He seemed really worried."
"No, Mom, I'm sorry."
"In the morning, we can visit your grandfather, and you'll have the afternoon free. Don'
