I can finally go back to my hometown to fulfill my filial piety, but my father is the last time to go home. Abba (XVIII)

Abba (XVIII)

September 2020.

In the past six months, I have been saying in my heart countless times: Abba, you are waiting for me, waiting for me to come back.

I'm afraid it's too late.

Before, every time I returned to Jin, Mu Mom always helped Abba to the corridor to wave goodbye to me downstairs, looking at his weak body, every time my heart was particularly uncomfortable. I've filmed this scene many times. In fact, this picture has long been printed in my mind, why should I look at the photo, I can't bear to look at it.

When I packed my bags and finally set out on the way home, my mood was urgent and excited. Luckily. Fortunately, I still have time to go back and be a daughter and fulfill my filial piety and responsibility.

The sister-in-law said to Mu Ma: Quietly come back to believe it, Abba has been in a much worse situation in the past few months.

Abba and May Day are indeed much worse than when they were. The most obvious are: almost unable to walk; near loss of language function, difficulty communicating; and prolonged sleep, almost two-thirds of the time spent 24 hours asleep. Still, he showed unusual concern and delight for my arrival.

During the time I came back, I kept trying to communicate with him. Most of the time, he can answer "yes" or "yes" to my words, occasionally saying a few words in a row, and also has expressions. Doctors and nurses at the rehabilitation center said their daughter seemed to be in better shape when she returned.

This gave me a little confidence. He has a good appetite, good digestion, and no problems with his internal organs, although I have always had a sense of worry, on the one hand, I am worried and afraid, on the other hand, I comfort myself, optimistically thinking, Abba may be able to carry it for a few more years.

Go home on weekends and stay home. They hadn't been back to their house for two months, and Mom couldn't control him alone.

Taking advantage of his rare return, he helped him to go around the three rooms. Sit down on the bed, pull open the chest of drawers and show it to him. As he watched, he nodded frequently like a leading cadre. He usually loves to engage in family building, and he is most happy to add something fresh to the family.

Abba cooked all his life for me to eat, and the number of times I cooked him to eat was countless. Cut the onion spicy eyes, tears fluttering off, run out of the kitchen deliberately spoiled, see if you can get his attention: Abba, you see, a lot of tears. Originally sleepy on the couch, he suddenly stood up straight, moving so quickly, when I realized, his hand had touched my face, and then "poofed" my eyes with his mouth, and when I was a child, he blew sand into my eyes. At this moment, my nose was sore, and my tears fell more.

Stand up straight, touch my face, blow my eyes, these actions in one go, you know, he even turned his hair and showed an expression is very slow and difficult, but seeing that his daughter is inappropriate, the instinctive reaction is to take care of me. In my memory, I never remember him touching my face, my hands were frozen in the winter, he used his big hands to protect my hands in the palms of his hands to warm up, and kept rubbing, this I remember. I think he must have touched my face, but I was too young to remember, very small and very small. Just like just now.

In that instant, he became the father who cared for his daughter again.