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My grandmother is sick. Very, very sick. Everyone is very stressed out. My father especially. He has always been the son who shows the most filial piety to her. He used to always call her after meals to ask about her or just talk to her. He used to always bring her and us to dine together in various restaurants during weekends. But her fragile body didn't allow him to continue doing so anymore. We sat down in the dining room, just like the day before, and he talked. He told me about her condition today. From what he described, it was as if she was on her deathbed today. I wasn't there. Sister was there. Mother too. Tens or twenties other people were there, too. Everyone prayed together there. Grandmother talked to her children about what she wanted if she passed away. She wanted to wear her dentures. She wanted to donate all her money. Father reassured her, asking her not to worry much because he and her children understand what to do. She talked in tears. She said she was very afraid. She said she didn't realise she had said all those. Father cried a little. Father talked more. He told me that she seemed very pessimistic. She seemed to give up any hope. He also told me that it made him hopeless as well. He said he didn't know which doctor to look for. He was very, very tired. He repetitively told me not to take what doesn't belong to me. Not to defraud, cheat, or con others. He seemed to still hold a little resentment towards that doctor which worsen her health. It was apparent, but not obvious. He talked in calm, tired manner. He said life always has both bitter and sweet moments. He said his mother had been through a lot of bitterness in the past. He told me the things she had done for the sake of her children. He said I'm still young, and therefore he told me all this things. He said I'll understand many more things as I age. I didn't talk a lot, for every word I utter brought a little tears and I didn't want to burst into tears like I did before. But I didn't feel less sad than before. Labels: personal |