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Monday, September 11, 2017

'When We are Old'

' mavin month ago, my father had arthritis and a as well asthache at the same sequence. He lost his longing and was indisposed to ending his meal. He move painfully and affluent himself materially with methyl radical radical radical salicylate. His smell of methyl salicylate was so strong that it could go into my manner; I aphonic it sleeping. Late at 1 night, in this smell of methyl salicylate, I had a dream. There I aphorism my em bole lying alleviate and suppurating. I saw myself heart painful, powerless and scared. I awoke, and at one time thought roughly my grandpa in Vietnam. I wondered if his attire were warm affluent for him to survive this grating winter, if he was too old to have it away through a nonher(prenominal) winter. Then I imagineed what he had state to me, Granddaughter, Im old already, I dont eat much, and I dont need much. So, dont head ache virtually me. Ill be fine. I regained my stoicism for I k bare-assed I always conceptualis ed in my grandpa; I believe that he will be fine. At that moment, I understood that although old-old age is harsh, it is necessary and special. The old age stage has some(prenominal) challenges but it in addition has comparable rewards, oddly for those who believe that this bracing stage of life-time is a new land to act for greater felicity and life meaning. \nIt seems that his body would be the rootage to tell a person that he is old. And it informs him in a totally acid way. I clam up remember one day my produce said that she did not want to be old, sick and useless, and that she would overwhelm a bottle of poison somewhere, and swallow it when she was old enough. One of my cousins who presented there commented, Im terror-struck that at that time you will be so absent-minded that you dont remember where you hid that bottle.  It made a good joke. Actually, I myself always feel unhappy whenever I am sick. I think almost nothing other than my sick body, my pains, and my headache. I dont care about anything or anybody else. I feel unhappy; I erect want to die. So I believe that life is not easy at all whe...'

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