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mrenueda · Posted: Fri 22:45, 25 Mar 2011 Post subject: Tears and sorrow of parents

these days do not know how [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the first special pain. Seen the doctor, the doctor prescribed medicine to fight for a needle. But what role can not afford. So a month later, my heart kind of premonition of terror. It made me feel a premonition of fear. That day my father took me to the hospital, he asked me to hospital after examination. I am surprised, but did not pay attention to what, just listen to Dad. The next day I accidentally discovered my father's face with a hint of bitterness; mother's face a lot more wrinkles, white hair, seems to many; every time my mother spoke to me when they were about to cry look. I asked them, but the answer is always no.
hospital for two weeks of the day, I was sleeping. Sudden drop of unknown water droplets on my face, woke me. I opened my eyes, the original mother stroked my head, a tear falling in accidentally. Her hair now almost completely white, as if suddenly older teens than ever before. She saw me awake, suddenly sit. I asked her how in the end it? He just say Then I asked was discharged, but the mother's reaction to my surprise, she was holding the tears I left behind me loud and serious let me listen to me. I let my mother told me the final analysis, how it was. Only in desperation she told me the truth. This made me suddenly stunned; how could such a disease in my body, my mother cried when to hold me tight. I do not keep time with tears, my heart seemed all the dreams are shattered at the moment. The glory of life for me at this time seems to have been overtaken by the dust being buried in the grave. Later in the mother do all day according to me, probably want me to stand up in death, gave me courage; also be ... ... ...; in my heart there is always a trace of the tears across the silent mind .
two years of my illness has spent all the family, and now nothing at home already, but their disease is still no improvement. Although my mother often said to make me stronger, and she and my father would cure me, but I also did not understand this disease is death [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the treatment is a little late to the advent of a more just died. The hospital has become my home. Dad often run around for my disease, the East by the West through. The past two years how much my father owed money to others I have no way of counting, I only know that my father came back each time with a little smile is to borrow the money. With a look of sadness is not to borrow. Although I have not followed him, but he's hard on the outside by which I can think of, and my father was a strong man, from what I can remember that he is never like to pay someone else's debt. But to me, he was ... ...; thought here, as if my father were humble on the outside of the sound through to my ears the same. Let my tears fall silent in the misty eyes, I see other people seem to see my father face to others kneel begging look.
in pain and despair, I slowly edge of life and death struggle, again and again to experience the taste of death, I just hope all this to bear it yourself, please do not let me parents suffer, they have paid too much for themselves, their only hope was gone that they can be taken care of them, and they live a good, if this is the case even if their pain by then and then a big big torture does not matter, and I think that time their happiness in heaven will smile instead.
to worry about this every day with the grief stricken father looked at the face. Looked at the mother look sad and cry. My heart is so painful, there is a sense of living death, this feeling makes me feel as if inadvertently learned ignorance. The hurt and pain of torture, I struggled; in pain and despair, I ask their parents to let me discharged, in my strong request they agreed. When doing the car looked to the familiar road [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I open the window feel the city air is so fresh. Came home to find home again I left a mess sad tears. The first time I felt at home at home is so happy, so warm. Before that, my only thought was to blame the parents get angry, think of the parents who do not learn to fear, think of the days spent with friends, watching me now own pains.
mother today, I had a sumptuous meal, today I suddenly wanted to eat all those meals. Today dinner felt so sweet. After dinner, my mother took me to walk in a small way that we've walked. Butterfly kept flying from my side. Exudes a faint green wheat fields of spring. I am the original Nature is so beautiful. Heart could not help feel a trace of happiness, my mother's face has a hint of a smile escape. This is the first time the past two years I saw my mother smile so real. In happiness, I suddenly felt my whole body began to soft down, I'm going to go down, although I will overcome with his own stand, but eventually fell down. I only feel a trickle of tears down the left corner of the eye, the dark, only to hear a strong cry and cry.
I want to cry in pain but unable to cry, my heart is so urgent. The wind and the dark, the road is so dark. I am afraid, then suddenly seemed to his torment in the fire. Crying and shouting, not by the legs of Dengzhe; in pain and Jizao, I opened my eyes, body out of a Han. Ah! Was a dream, although it was a dream but this dream was so real, when I got up to go out to see the parents are having their meal, the hearts of a kind of unspeakable joy. After this dream I think I began to see how, in the sensible in the gradually growing.
points of life are many tears and sorrow, but tears and sorrow of parents are selfless giving. Invisible love. Is a hopeful look into the phoenix female heart.