He was sleeping soundly upstairs when there was a knock on the door. Startled, it turned out to be his mother, who was panting and saying: It's morning and you're not up yet. She slept soundly, opened her eyes and looked at the clock, thinking it was 5:30 a.m., but it turned out to be only 2 a.m. He was both angry and sorry for his mother, who was now in her 80s, with dim eyes, slow legs, shaky hands, and even sadder, with memory loss and confusion about time.
Last week, it was raining for a few days, so he slept soundly during the day and when he woke up, he mistook the evening for early morning. Luckily, it only took a few days, but the neighbor, who was in her 90s, had changed her time zone from day to night, sleeping with her pillow during the day, staying up all night making tea, reading the newspaper, and cleaning the house, making her son anxious and unable to sleep well because he was afraid that she would move around at night and be difficult to control.
The other day, he accidentally met his college friend again. They both had to take care of the elderly, so it was easy to talk and sympathize. His friend said that her mother's physical and mental health was deteriorating month by month and that living with her had to learn patience. Probably due to the habit of living during the subsidy period when food and clothing were scarce, every 15 minutes she would knock on her daughter's door to ask what time to cook and never remember what to eat. There was a familiar dish like cabbage that she said she had never eaten before. Then one time she asked for rice rolls, her daughter bought them, but she threw them away and asked for pho.
Every time the neighbors came over, she said that she had to cook and clean the house every day, which made them look at her daughter like she was a strange object at first. Then, she had to go to the door and tell the neighbors that her mother was senile. It was normal for her to constantly ask and call her when she left the house. Wherever she went, she would always tell her grandmother what time she would be home, but usually her grandmother would call her about 30 minutes before the deadline.
It was tiring and frustrating, but she had to get used to everything. And she considered it fate, besides, she had to take care of her mother, not a stranger. He comforted her: Going to the temple to worship Buddha all year round is not as good as taking care of parents at home. Parents are living Buddhas! She smiled sadly: I know that, but sometimes life seems meaningless when witnessing the final years of a person's life. I have to remind myself of the unsatisfactoriness of life and patience.
Source: https://laodong.vn/van-hoa-giai-tri/hoc-su-kien-nhan-1373699.ldo
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