When I Grow Old

When I grow old.  Please understand and bear with me.  Due to my poor eye sight.  I break plates and spill soup on meal table.  But don’t scold me.  We are very sensitive.  Every time you scold me.  I feel self pity.

If my hearing is weak and don’t hear what you say.  Don’t tell me I am Deaf.  Please repeat it or write it down. 

If my knees are weak.  Try to assist me to stand up like how I support you when you started learning to walk.

Please bear with me if I am repetitive like a “Broken Record”.  Just listen to me. Don’t laugh at me or tired of listening.  Remember son when you were a child and want a balloon.  You kept nagging me for the whole afternoon till you got what you wanted. 

Please bear my smell also. Old people smell.  Don’t insist I take a bath.  My body is weak and easy to catch cold.  Remember, when you were a kid.  I have to chase you around every time to give you a bath.

Please bear with me if I am grouchy most of the time.  Maybe this is due to my old age.  You’ll understand when you grow old.

If you have time.  Lets tell stories.  For I am bored at home.  No one to talk to.  I know you’re busy working.  Even though you’re not interested to talk to me. I need to talk to you.   Remember son, when you were small.  I did my best to listen and understand your garbled story about your Teddy Bear.

And when time comes and I am sick in bed.  Don’t be short tempered taking care of me. Please bear with me with my loose bowel and wet pants on my sick bed.  Please bear a little longer to take care of my last few moments in life.  Anyway, I won’t last forever.

And when my time comes.  Please hold my hand and give me strength to face my death.

Once I face the Lord.  I will whisper to him to bless you for being a loving Mother and Father.

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