The atmosphere in the house suddenly became extremely heavy, and the air was filled with sadness and reluctance. In the cozy bedroom, a father lies quietly on the sickbed, his face as pale as paper, and his life is quietly passing. His family sat around the bed, their red and swollen eyes revealing deep grief and helplessness.
My father has always been the pillar of the family, and his perseverance and selfless dedication have created a warm and happy home for his family. However, at this moment, he seems so fragile, and the disease is ruthlessly eroding his body, so that he can no longer protect his family as before.
Suddenly, my father struggled to sit up as if with all his strength, and his trembling fingers pointed firmly in the direction of the kitchen, and he cried out loudly. The family was shocked by their father's unusual behavior, and they looked at each other suspiciously, then followed the direction of their father's finger. However, the kitchen was empty and it was business as usual.
Dad, what's wrong with you? Do you want to eat something? The son asked eagerly, with tears in his voice, holding his father's hand in the hope of giving him some strength.
The father shook his head effortlessly, the expression on his face becoming more anxious. He pointed to the kitchen again, as if there was a wish he had in place. At this time, the daughter had a flash of inspiration, and she seemed to understand her father's intentions. She quickly ran into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found a plate of braised pork with good color and flavor, which was her father's favorite dish.
Dad, do you want to eat braised pork? The daughter cautiously walked to the bed with the braised pork, her voice choked.
The father nodded slightly, his eyes glinting with gratitude. He struggled to raise his hand, as if to taste the long-lost delicacy. However, his hand hung limply as soon as he was halfway up. Seeing this, the daughter hurriedly picked up a piece of braised pork and sent it to her father's mouth.
The father opened his mouth and slowly chewed on the braised pork handed by his daughter. The delicious taste seemed to bring him back to the happy old days, sitting around the table with his family and sharing the joy of family. He tried to swallow the food in his mouth, but his weak body could no longer support him to continue tasting it.
Watching his father struggle to eat, the family's tears rolled down like pearls of broken threads. They knew that their father's time was running out, but they could not undo this cruel reality. How they wished that time could stand still, so that they could spend more time with their father and listen to his teachings and advice.
After eating the braised pork, my father once again pointed in the direction of the kitchen with all his might. The family gathered around him, trying to hear his weak words. They understood that this was their father's last request and his unfulfilled wish.
Dad, we get it. You want us to cherish each other and live well, right? The son said with tears in his eyes, holding his father's hand tightly, as if trying to transfer his strength to him.
The father nodded slightly, and a smile of relief appeared on his face. He knew that his family would remember his teachings and would support each other through the days to come. However, when the family looked up at him again, he had closed his eyes peacefully and left this world forever. They realized it was too late.
In the days to come, the family would often think of the father's dying instructions and wishes. They will cherish each other more and live harder, because they know that this is the scene that my father wants to see the most, and it is also his last hope and blessing for his family.