 Wysłany: Wto 10:25, 30 Lis 2010 Temat postu: Filial son |
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| After the father died, my mother would not recognize him this son.
Father is suffering from malignant melanoma tumor fundus. Relayed to him on the phone disease name,Found a small rented furnishings, voice quiet and tired, as if another late spring afternoon, the shadows on the trickle. His sharp voice channel, \ generation of his family medical practice, including his father, including him. So he understands that removal of the eye Ye Hao, Ye Hao chemotherapy, radiotherapy Ye Hao , everything is irreversible. Finally, a doctor emphasized, \ over a few years, experience should be thoroughly housewife style, this major event will cry. All things, he had a shoulder to play. to reimburse his father is the president and the secretary, two-returnees, a Marxist-Leninist, but almost exactly the same caliber, \. Faces, smile apologetically, \ Sun Tzu also make a bunch of attitude, \ three drinks, gradually friendships, he said with a large crowd laughed Hunduan Zi on one, but know that as long as a bow, is bound to burst into tears. this year, eating is not soft in the mouth, not hands Helenians short, the second day of President usual bureaucratic jargon, \ These drugs are not in the scope of claims ... ... \ home medical equipment company, for years to persuade him to join. He called in the past: \ The mother began to say that he filial. Indeed, the busy days can not go visit his father; rarely take the time to stop what, no word, and mobile phones, CALL machines, GUIDEC, not less and less turns to clamor for a revolution. mother would cry: \ The father now. \ My father has a single room to the five human hybrid, and many double-despised to him, to invest in a heavy financial light pro-profiteers. father gently call only his mother, do not say that children, our children are good children. Eyes, it is difficult to explain in words the pamper and sorry. instant , he felt that he could not hold out. nurses just to the next reminder letters, he turned to go Shroff. This is the money to buy life, medicine, nursing, fees, day off thousands, reminder letters more Kulie than twelve gold medals. He had kept from the mother, may be reimbursed. Mother also believed. sometimes late at night, from the airport, railway stations, karaoke OK out, he will pour a little drunk tired, but must go to hospital to see. Has started to play the maximum dose of pain medication, his father still can not sleep, waking up very painful to see him, and gently pull the lips of a slight, quiet smile, such as burial. how could he not see the ravages of death? Tumor cells from the father began fundus, such as the dandelion in the wind gently Turui, toxic evil filaments, through the lymphatic flow through the blood, spread to the whole body, brain, liver, gallbladder ... ... the occupation of all internal organs were captured one by one, the body from the Internal kill himself. it hurt. My father said the pain, his heart like a hammer to pound nails as their own pain in the blood. an idea, he thought, if you stop it all, when students no longer a joy, time to become torture ... ... He did not dare think. father off and said, \ words. out of the hospital,mens gucci belts, the night of thin blue and passers-by saw a man crying uncontrollably suppression. With tears in the asphalt , but do not see the marks. in the end could only hold half a year. Doctors say more than three months old. want to cry in silence can not. He checkout, contact a funeral parlor, hair obituary, for leadership,leather ugg boots, colleagues, friends and relatives of the courtesy and lighting field. Buoyant in the body like a mummy to be evacuated. memorial service, his phone rang, \ mother died, may be yesterday. \ Say so, but also buoyant. ,ghd rare styler, how dare he not? He owed more than three hundred thousand people. is father to live nearly a hundred days. funeral was over, he whispered to the mother, \ Trance pupil mother a long time, only to see his \ Time after time, he was rebelling against rebelling against God is also the mother, does he not done right, he was not sure. He just had no choice. This life, he thought he was Judas on the Sistine frescoes, seven students can not be forgiven sinner VII. day, he went anyway. mother never forgave him. and he would rather his mother hated him Boqingguayi, complaining he was not dedicated, he does not mind his mother hated him the most heinous, as long as this old widowed mother to vent the misery. He knows that sin is a kind of responsibility, must carry for life. drugs prescribed on those \ and more tired feet; he and two-year-old married woman older than consorting ; he has also been unconscionable to Zhicijiagao the equipment sold to customers ... ... he never mentioned because, \ |
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