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A Letter from “Mom and Dad”…My child,When I get old, I hope you understand ‘n have patience with meIn 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’thear what you’re saying, I hope youdon’t call me ‘Deaf!’Please repeat what you said or write itdown.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 youwere little, learning how to walk. Please bear with me, when I keeprepeating 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’recold. I hope I don’t gross you out.Do you remember when you were little? Iused to chase you around because youdidn’t want to shower.I hope you can be patient with me whenI’m always cranky. It’s all part of gettingold. You’ll understand when you’re older.‘n if you have spare time, I hope we cantalk even for a few minutes.I’m always all by myself all the time, ‘nhave no one to talk to.I know you’re busy with work. Even if you’re not interested in mystories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? Iused to listen to your stories about yourteddy bear.When the time comes, ‘n I get ill ‘nbedridden, I hope you have the patienceto take care of me. I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed ormake a mess.I hope you have the patience to takecare of me during the last few momentsof my life.I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.When the time of my death comes, Ihope you hold my hand ‘n give mestrength to face death. ‘n don’t worry..When I finally meet our creator, I willwhisper in his ear to bless you. Becauseyou loved your Mom ‘n Dad.—-
this made me cry. :’(

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