Tuesday, May 9, 2017
When We are Old
single month ago, my return had arthritis and a toothache at the same time. He wooly his appetite and was indisposed to wipe out his meal. He moved distressingly and soaked himself strongly with methyl radical salicylate. His smell of methyl salicylate was so strong that it could go into my elbow room; I br feasthed it sleeping. belatedly at one night, in this smell of methyl salicylate, I had a dream. There I see my body fictionalization still and suppurating. I saw myself feel painful, impotent and scared. I awoke, and immediately thought astir(predicate) my grandpa in Vietnam. I wondered if his clothes were warm decorous for him to survive this harsh winter, if he was too old to peppy through another winter. because I call uped what he had say to me, Granddaughter, Im old already, I dont eat much, and I dont need much. So, dont bear on about me. Ill be fine. I regained my calmness for I knew I always confided in my grandpa; I intrust that he will be fine. At that moment, I understood that although old-age is harsh, it is congenital and special. The old age map has many challenges but it in addition has comparable rewards, especially for those who believe that this new stage of carriage is a new subvert to cultivate for greater pleasure and life meaning.\nIt seems that his body would be the first to tell a person that he is old. And it informs him in a totally grim way. I still remember one day my give said that she did not exigency to be old, sick and useless, and that she would continue a bottle of poisonous substance somewhere, and drink it when she was old enough. One of my cousins who presented there commented, Im afraid that at that time you will be so absent-minded that you dont remember where you hid that bottle.  It do a good joke. Actually, I myself always feel discontented whenever I am sick. I think about nix other than my sick body, my pains, and my headache. I dont care about anything or anybody else. I feel unhopeful; I just call for to die. So I believe that life is not roaring at all whe...
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