I thought I would cry when I saw a movie like "Still Alice", but in fact, I was a little anxious during the viewing process. I pressed pause many times, went to the toilet, put a bowl of porridge, and read The mobile phone, I think it has nothing to do with the content of the movie, has been slowly contaminated with the life of being crushed into pieces.
A few years ago, when I was a student, I went to my grandparents’ house during the winter and summer vacations, because my grandfather became a little confused and the family needed someone to accompany me. When I was at home during the holidays, my mother could relax. I learned how to appease the elderly like a child, but only by washing my face, changing clothes and feeding medicine; I also secretly calculated how much money I need to save when my parents grow old so that I can have no worries of companionship and support. I can't even remember how my grandfather first nicknamed me and ended up just looking at me and saying "this little guy". At that time, watching "Eraser in My Head" seemed to cry a lot.
During my teenage to adulthood, I became sensible because of my grandfather's little disease. But these are not what I want to grow up, and no one wants it. My memory fades little by little. They say that old children are old children, but people will never treat the elderly like they treat children.
After my grandfather passed away, I never dreamed of him. Until now, every time I went to the outer cemetery, I would just light incense and kowtow in silence. My grandfather had so many past experiences that it was too late to tell me that maybe my grandfather was the person in my family who was most similar to me - rigorous and serious. I also love to reason - but before I can understand the reason, my grandfather is confused. By the time I wanted to hear the truth, my grandfather had passed away. So I can only piece together memories, as well as those notes and autobiographies, to miss.
I learned from a very young age that pain is inevitable as we age. Grandma, who is now in her 80s, is also spending day after day in a more and more confused state. The one who talks about the most every day is me - where I went, and if I can't come back, I carefully ask if I want to sleep with her tonight. I can’t tell whether I’m going to school or work, and I’m always told repeatedly not to go out alone at night and not to swim in rivers and ponds… And I’m always patient, indifferent, guilty, evasive, and confronted again. In the cycle, the feeling of powerlessness is multiplied.
You know, more illnesses are entangled with ordinary people and ordinary families. Sometimes I feel that I am a little unfounded, so I ask myself to maintain the courage to be optimistic, so that I can live today in a down-to-earth manner. Even if he only clearly lived to be fifty years old, he was still halfway there. At this moment, you have stepped into the society, made your own money, learned to enjoy life and be responsible for life little by little, what should come will always come, right?
God, I'm still a little pessimistic, and if I don't mean it, stop here.
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