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Senin, 08 Juli 2013

LETTER FROM PARENTS

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Child...
When I get old...
I hope you understand and have patience with me...
In case I break a plate...
or spill soup on the table because I'm loosing my eyesight...
I hope you don't yell at me...
Older people are sensitive..
Always having selfpity when you yell..
When my hearing gets worse...
and I can'nt 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 my self 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
and you wanted a ballon??

You repeated yourself over and over
until you got what you wanted...
Please also pardon my smell
I smell like an old person
Please don't force me to shower...
My body so weak

Old people get sick easily when they're cold
I hope I don't gross you out...
Do you remember when you little?
I used to case you around because you didn't want to shower...
I hope you can be patient with me
When I'm always cranky..

Its all part of getting old...
You'll understand when you're older
And if you have spare time...
I hope we can talk...
Even for a few minutes...

I'm always all by myself all the times
And 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 aboy your teddy bear..

When the time comes...
and I get ill and bedridden...
I hope you have the patience to take care of me

I AM 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..

and give me the strength to face death...

And don't worry...
When I finally meet our creator...

I will whisper in His ear to BLESS you...
Because you loved your Mom and Dad..

Thank you so much for your care...
WE LOVE YOU
with much love....
Mom and Dad...

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