There I was, laying on the floor of a drug den, confused, and there's a knock at the door. Normally, I'd panic. But I know who it is.I open the door and without judgment or a shred of disappointment in walks my grandmother. She potters around cleaning where she can and making sure that there's food in the cupboards that she so caringly bought me. She reminds me not to forget to come and see her sometime this week.I love you, Daniel. And the door shuts behind. Now, it's not that she doesn't care about how I' ...