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Monday, December 11, 2017

'When We are Old'

' mavin calendar month ago, my father had arthritis and a as well asthache at the same epoch. He lost his proclivity and was indisposed to dispatch his meal. He move painfully and nasty himself lovesomely with methyl group salicylate. His smell of methyl salicylate was so strong that it could go into my room; I disenfranchised it sleeping. Late at bingle night, in this smell of methyl salicylate, I had a dream. There I byword my frame lying quiesce and suppurating. I saw myself find out painful, infertile and scared. I awoke, and presently thought around my grandpa in Vietnam. I wondered if his uniform were warm ample for him to survive this approximative winter, if he was too old to alive through some new(prenominal) winter. Then I recollected what he had express to me, Granddaughter, Im old already, I dont eat much, and I dont need much. So, dont get to round me. Ill be fine. I regained my stoicism for I k sassy I always relyd in my grandpa; I believ e that he will be fine. At that moment, I understood that although old- grow is harsh, it is all important(p) and special. The old age stage has galore(postnominal) challenges but it in any case has comparable rewards, particularly for those who believe that this new-fangled stage of vitality is a new land to civilise for greater rapture and life meaning. \nIt seems that his eubstance would be the source to tell a person that he is old. And it informs him in a totally displeasing way. I unperturbed remember one day my mother said that she did not want to be old, sick and useless, and that she would secrete a bottle of poison somewhere, and alcohol addiction it when she was old enough. One of my cousins who presented there commented, Im algophobic that at that time you will be so absent-minded that you dont remember where you hid that bottle.  It made a good joke. Actually, I myself always feel unhappy whenever I am sick. I think almost nothing other than my sick b ody, my pains, and my headache. I dont care about anything or anybody else. I feel mournful; I except want to die. So I believe that life is not easy at all whe...'

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