Everyday, I'm woken up for breakfast by Dad. He is my beloved one. But today, he doesn't feel well. And i'm so scared...Cook him some soup, and buy him medicine. That's all I can do. Just sitting here, and thinking about what Dad has done for me so far, I realize that it's time for me to grow up and take care of Dad. The pains he got from the War still alive, painful... Am I losing him as time goes by?
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