Last night, I went back to a sombre house.
Everyone was reeling in shock over my dad’s ailment. Though it’s a minor one, I can’t help but feel that dad is aging. No, I do not learn of this overnight. But the diagnosis by thedoc kind of served as a wake up call for me.
We fussed over him, telling him repeatedly not to do the things the doc advised him not to, and paid more attention to his behaviour. We know he’s affected as well, but as usual, he put on a brave front – for us. I applaud him for that.
Mom’s equally worried, and we can see the effort she puts in (for eg, speaking in low voices and volume of the telly were brought down a few notches).
I believe that even though there’s no medication to cure dad of this ailment, our tender loving care will.
God bless.
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