(front piece)
“Ring…” The phone keeps ringing.
“Mom, phone.” I yelled into the kitchen as I sat on the flush toilet.
Through the doorway, I saw my mom walking slowly towards the living room with her hands on her back and her belly, picking up the telephone and answering it: “Hello, oh, yes, this is it.” Mom held the phone in one hand and held her belly in the other: “Yes, the city hospital? What? Yes! I’ve got it! I’ll be right there!”
Mom hurriedly hung up the phone and turned to call me: “Isamu, hurry! Something’s happened to your father! Go to the hospital!”
“Dad? What happened to him? What happened?” I asked as I hurriedly got up.
“Hurry! I’ll tell you on the way, hurry!” Mom rushed me out of the house, casually stopped a cab, and hurried to the city hospital.
The car quickly to the hospital, mom paid the money, we rushed into the hospital, to the information desk to ask, dad in the operating room, so we rushed to the operating room. Because I walk fast, a moment to the door of the operating room, the lights on the door of the operating room has not gone out, had to wait outside.
When I just wanted to sit down, I realized that my mom hadn’t arrived yet, and rushed to find her again. In the corner, mom is holding the wall little by little walking over, but also stop from time to time to take a nap. Seeing my mom walking so hard, I rushed forward to help her: “Mom, are you okay? Slow down, take it easy, the operation is not over.”
“Yeah? I wonder how your father is doing?” Mom said worriedly, “Ugh, if I wasn’t pregnant and holding my belly, I wouldn’t be so tired and slow.”
“Mom, it’s better to slow down.” I reminded my mom as I assisted her to the door of the operating room.
At the door, we waited anxiously, after a while, the lights in the operating room finally went out, the door opened and out came a doctor: “Who is Roger’s family?”
“I am!” Mom and I said in unison.
“Doctor, how’s my dad?” I followed up with another question.
The doctor looked at me with surprise: “You?” Then he replied, “I’m sorry, we tried our best, but the injuries are really… you’d better go in and see him for the last time!”
“What? No way!” Mom said in disbelief, “Come on! Isamu, let’s go in!” With that, she rushed into the operating room.
Three feet in front of the hospital bed, “Dad! Dad!” I called hurriedly as I looked at my dad’s pale face.
“Ajay! Ajay!” Mom yelled back at Dad.
Gradually, Dad slowly woke up, looked at us and said very softly, “You… are here. Yakin… I have something… to tell you.” Mom put her ear to Dad’s mouth to listen to the explanation he gave her.
After a while, my father called me again: “Isamu… come here… I… I… have… something… to… say… to you. Little Yong… you’re not… not young anymore… from now on… when… my father is no longer with us… you must… take good care of… your mother… and… the… brother… sister… who’s in her womb… now… the family… doesn’t need any money… you… you… you still… must… take good care of your… your… books… and continue to study… do you understand?”
“I know, Dad, you’ll be fine, get some rest, you’ll be fine.” I responded hastily.
“I… I can’t… Xiao Yong… Listen… I’ll tell you… From now on… the family… will be… you… you’ll be the one to do… I… I… I… I… I… left… things… to… you… you… you, you have to… keep… well… keep… well… know… know…?”
“Oh! I know, Dad, you’d better get some rest and stop talking.” I hastily advised.
“No I… I… I don’t… have… time… time… I… have… to… tell… everything… to… tell…. you… Xiao Yong… you have to… remember… that… in… in… the… desk… of… in… my… study… there… is… a… a… a… letter… when it’s time for you to read it… you will… read it… and then you will know… know… “
“Dad!” I hurriedly called, “Doctor! Doctor! Come on!”
“Bang!” With a bang, the doctor rushed in, shining a flashlight into Pa’s eyes; after a moment he lowered the flashlight and said to us heavily, “I’m sorry, he’s not responding anymore.”
“Oh! You don’t scare me…” mom went limp.
I hurriedly shouted, “Mom! Mom… wake up! Mom… you have to take care of yourself!” While helping Mom to a chair, I asked the doctor, “Doctor, what about hospital procedures?”
“You take care of your mom first, they’ll handle it later when you go to the magpie arena. By the way, you really do resemble your father.” The doctor exited the operating room.
So I hired a nurse to take care of mom and then went to the magpie arena to take care of dad’s aftermath.
By eight o’clock in the evening, finally all that should be done, helped mom back home. Mom is still so groggy, still immersed in grief, I had to send her to the bedroom, help her lie down, and went to pour her a glass of milk, and then went to the study to pick up the letter that Dad said at the end of the letter.
Into the study, took out the letter Dad left me a look, it turned out to be my father’s will, there is only one sentence: “get this letter to the person with this letter and Xiao Ling lawyer contact can get my property.”
The next day, I took the letter and found Mr. Xiao, a lawyer, to handle the inheritance procedures, and to do the bulletin. When I got home, my mom had woken up, but she was still grieving while lying in bed, so I had to prepare a meal and send it to her, while still trying desperately to comfort her.
By the third day, it was the day of Dad’s funeral, I accompanied my mom to the funeral home. After presiding over the memorial service of my father, and placed my father’s cemetery, and then accompanied my mom one by one to send off the friends who came to pay tribute. Back home to send mom upstairs to rest, poured a glass of milk for her to drink, accompanied her until she fell asleep, only to go back to the house to rest.
It was like this for several days, gradually calming down. Every day mom was busy doing housework at home with her big belly, and when it was time to eat, she would set out an extra set of dishes, saying that she was preparing them for her father. Seeing my mom miss my father so much, I couldn’t help but think of my own mission.
Finally, one morning, my mother looked very happy and told me: “Yesterday, I saw your father in my dream.” So I asked her very concerned about my father in the dream, but my mom just said very briefly: “It seems to be doing well, and told us not to be sad.”
Of course, I was actually very aware of everything that was going on with my father at night in my mom’s dreams, so I decided to exercise my mission again at night.
At the end of the night, I still poured a glass of strong milk for my mom and walked her to her bedroom to let her rest before going back to bed.
After an hour had passed, I got up from the bed and walked very gingerly to my mom’s bedroom door, gently opened it and walked in.
(to be continued)