Free at last, dad

My father has been hospitalized for over 4months.

Almost every weekend, I used to drop by the hospital to see him.

Taking care of him made me think what is important for a family.

What is my sense of value?

Am I evil or a good son?

Nursing care seemed to me the battle of evermore for a family.

You can't run away, you  must face the harsh reality which seems to last forever.

And in the near future, it definitely happens to me.

My turn will come.

Is this what we call life?

World doesn't care if I vanished. Time flies like always.

I got only 30years till the end of my time.

Death is right there.

And the death was creeping up to my father.


I must be true to myself,

let my instinct tell me what to do.

I will follow.


Today,

my father  got out of the hospital and came back home after

4months absence.

He's got back his will to live which he's once about to lose.

Strong man.

I'm proud of you.