Taxi

A woman in her nineties got into Azriel’s car. - Grandson, take me to our city hospital, because I’m trying to go myself… — she said and made herself comfortable in the back seat. Asriel drove off. - Grandson, what am I doing here? — she asked after a few seconds. - You got in here and asked me to take you to the hospital, — the cab driver said calmly. - Did he? Why? I remember lying at home, and my relatives were sitting near me, — the old woman was surprised. - Perhaps you just left the house. By the way, why do you think your relatives did not go with you? — The man changed the subject. - Oh, it’s hard for me to talk about it… The thing is that they never really loved me. I lived alone for many years, but when they found out that I didn’t have long to live, they decided to earn a part of the inheritance. Even the relatives I didn’t know about came to see me, — she said sadly. - Why? — Asriel had already begun to guess, but decided to make sure he was right - I’ve made a lot of money in my life. They want to get as long as possible, so they serve. They don’t know only that I decided to donate all the money to a charity fund, — the woman explained with a smile. - That’s what it’s all about! And now they want you to leave this world as soon as possible? — He asked with a wry look on his face. - Yes, they do. I don’t like them all very much. I even feel a little sorry for them. I’ve worked honestly all my life, and now they want their share of the inheritance just for being with me my last days, — he said. - I feel sorry for you, not them. Did they really not care about you? — the cab driver asked. - Yes. They didn’t even call me… Not even my children, — the old woman whispered. - It’s awful. You know, I have a mother too. She’s sick, but I visit her every day. I spend most of my money on her treatment, — said Azriel. - That’s the way it’s supposed to be. My 'family' doesn’t know that. Or they just don’t want to know, — the passenger concluded. - That’s likely. But that’s their problem. They’re going to Hell, — the driver said firmly. - How can you say that? No human being deserves that! — the woman was indignant. - You’re wrong here. They deserve it, as many people do. You are too kind, — Azriel argued. - Maybe so, — she agreed. - We’re here. Goodbye, — the man said goodbye. — It was a pleasure riding with you. - Thank you for the ride. Goodbye. The old woman carefully opened the car door and slowly got out, waving goodbye. Asriel stepped on the gas, heading for the new passenger.