The rain is getting smaller and smaller. Standing on the balcony, looking at the dark clouds and thunder in the distance, the sky will blink for a while, indicating that there is rain coming again. I wonder if I will go to my father's house. I moved to a new home, and everything is fine, except that it is far from my father's home in Nanhu. The previous house was close to my dad's house, and it took 10 minutes to walk. I can go whenever I want. On the contrary, I live in the near future and don't always want to go. I often go because my father wants me to go. I hope it's okay. Don't go often. He has his own life schedule, but going there will disturb him, or because of his down-to-earth reaction.
It's been raining heavily these days, and I'm beginning to worry that the rainy days have made some places on the ground grow moss. I'm afraid they will slip when they go out. My brother ordered food online, but they either said it was too fresh or it was not delicious. In fact, they don't want to bother my brother, because my nephew is about to take the senior high school entrance examination, and my family is making a last-ditch effort, hoping to get into a good school. But if I buy food, my dad will never refuse. When I see the food I bought, my eyes will light up and I will say to my aunt: Put it in the refrigerator quickly.
My new home is a round trip from my father's. It takes more than three hours by bus and subway. I can't drive. I can only do this. Every time I go, I buy as much as my father likes. My backpack is full, and my left and right hands are carrying a bag. It is a kind of physical training.
Dad didn't have any sequelae since the year before, but after more than a year, he felt the symptoms aggravated, mainly because of the big brain thinking problems. He saw an advertisement in the newspaper introducing a health care product for treating cerebral infarction, so he believed it and secretly bought it at a low price without telling us. We didn't know at first. We went to my father's house several times and received an unknown phone call asking him about buying health care products. Of course, I must have criticized him and listed it. Newspapers are ordered by the unit for retirees. He will read books and newspapers every day, and naturally he will see the advertisement column. My brother and I discussed whether it was ok to take him to our two homes, but my father refused to say that I can still take care of myself now and won't give you any trouble. Australian elder sister once came back to visit relatives and lived in her father's house, and happened to meet a courier delivering health care products. My elder sister called my brother and me to my dad's house, and discussed on the spot to confiscate my dad's passbook and give it to my brother for safekeeping, giving him a certain living allowance every month, trying to stop my dad from buying health care products indiscriminately.
Finally, I found that I only stayed there for a while. He often asks his brother for money to buy this and that. He won't be happy if he doesn't give it. His brother can't help it He had to pay a little. He seized the opportunity and bought indiscriminately. Later, the elder sister said: Forget it, let him be happy! I went to consult a doctor specially, and the doctor said that his quirk also belongs to the sequela of cerebral infarction, and his temperament changed greatly, and his behavior was abnormal, so he needed family care and distraction.
I moved to a new house and discussed with my husband to take him there. He refused, so I had to follow him. Therefore, we must "Long March" several times a month to see him. I can't visit him because of the epidemic for nearly four months, and I contact him every day. I'm worried that something will go wrong during the epidemic. In the end, God bless, nothing happened. Seeing my father again, I found that he was much older. Although his energy is still there, his brain is not completely confused, his hands and feet are getting more and more clumsy, his speech response is much slower, and he will feel sad for a while. Time goes by slowly and my father is getting old.
At this time, my husband also went to the balcony, looked at me and said, "When the rain is not too heavy, go to dad's house and go to the supermarket near his house to buy things." Or take a taxi and go back early. It's raining too hard, and you'll be in trouble if the South Lake is flooded again. "
Well, I always feel uneasy if I don't go today I went back to the living room, picked up my prepared backpack and umbrella, put on sandals, put on a mask, went downstairs, and walked quickly into the rain with an umbrella.
Fortunately, this trip is very lucky. When it rains heavily, I am either in the car or in the supermarket. When the rain stopped at my father's house, I taught him to use the smart phone. I wrote all kinds of software manuals for him, with color pictures, but my father studies very hard and often forgets that. I was very patient at first, and soon I became anxious and my voice became louder. I slowly suppressed my temper and remembered what my sister said: praise more. I began to teach him again and again. In the end, he still can't. I said, never mind, just use it. The mobile phone won't break. I can't learn today. I'll teach next time.
I had dinner at my father's house and was about to leave. The courier delivered the wine to my home: Tongmai Health Wine 1000 RMB, cash on delivery. The younger brother said that he knew it was a lie and never sent it. The manufacturer kept urging him, so he had to run. Needless to say, dad bought it again and refused to return it directly. Thank you for your messenger. I met you this time. What about while I'm away? I can't help criticizing my father again. Father pursed his lips without saying a word, and his face was wronged. I couldn't go on. I got up and left. My father took me to the elevator and watched me go downstairs silently.
On the way home, I was sitting on the subway, feeling depressed, and sent a message to my sister about today's events. My sister replied: Thank you for coming to see my father and teaching him how to use his mobile phone. It's good to have you as a sister! Seeing this, I shed tears. I am not good enough, patient enough, tolerant enough and filial enough. ...
Deep introspection and kindness to the elderly along the way, just to make them happy and healthy, is the greatest filial piety. Keep trying!