A Letter for Mom and Dad

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????My child,

When I get old, I hope you understand… ‘n have patience with me

In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight,

I hope you don’t yell at me.

Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse ‘n I can’t

hear what you’re saying, I hope you

don’t call me ‘Deaf!’

Please repeat what you said or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.

I’m getting older.

When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.

Like how I used to help you while you

were little, learning how to walk. Please bear with me, when I keep

repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me.

Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember when you were little ‘n you wanted a ballon?

You repeated yourself over ‘n over until you get what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person.

Please don’t force me to shower.

My body is weak.

Old people get sick easily when they’re

cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little? I

used to chase you around because you

didn’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me when

I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting

old. You’ll understand when you’re older.

‘n if you have spare time, I hope we can

talk even for a few minutes.

I’m always all by myself all the time, ‘n

have no one to talk to.

I know you’re busy with work. Even if you’re not interested in my

stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I

used to listen to your stories about your

teddy bear.

When the time comes, ‘n I get ill ‘n

bedridden, I hope you have the patience

to take care of me. I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or

make a mess.

I hope you have the patience to take

care of me during the last few moments

of my life.

I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.

When the time of my death comes, I

hope you hold my hand ‘n give me

strength to face death. ‘n don’t worry..

When I finally meet our creator, I will

whisper in his ear to bless you. Because

you loved your Mom ‘n Dad.


About geckhaskempek

GEC -Global English Club- is extracurricular of MA KHAS Kempek Cirebon West Java Indonesia with vision "Be Intellectual by English".
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