“Daddy,” I say, “you are acting like a child. You are cared for here, fed, and given medication, yet all you keep saying is, “I want to go home,” over and over again.
I’ll be better off at home since I haven’t been there in a year.
The son declared, “I will take you without a doubt.” “The holidays are just a few days away,” he added.
«Long live my son; you make me proud; not all kids are like that. We’ll visit your mother’s grave when I get home; did you bring flowers for her grave? She loved flowers.
The son briefly glanced at his father before turning his head away. After saying good-bye, he walked out. The father began keeping track of the passing time and telling the other patients that he would soon be going home.
The son was sitting on the couch at home, looking thoughtful. He was reluctant to inform his wife. He said as he turned to face his wife.
He beseeched his wife, “I’ll bring dad home for the holidays,” as he said.
The wife spoke sharply while making a nervous gesture.
You might have overlooked the possibility of our contracting tuberculosis from your father. In addition, we’ll have lots of visitors over the holiday.
But the physician claimed that he is no longer a threat to people.
Do you trust the medical profession? Nothing is understood by them.
Their exchange came to an end.
The guests gathered around a lavish table, eating, sipping their parents’ toasts, and instructing their children to become good people on Easter morning after everyone had gone to church.
They cleaned the table and apartment after the visitors left before retiring to bed exhausted. Even though the son was exhausted, he was unable to fall asleep because of something bothering him. He made the decision to go see his father in the morning. There were hardly any people in the hallways and an unusually quiet hospital.
Many patients, according to the nurse, had returned home to spend Easter with their families. The son bowed his head as he began to ascend the stairs to the eighth floor, where his father’s hospital room was located. As he approached the door, he was contemplating how to apologize when he suddenly noticed that his father’s bed was vacant. He exited quickly and headed to the physician’s office. He noticed the doctor at the door speaking softly.
Despite our best efforts, we were unable to save the man. He passed away. And his final words were, “I am so disappointed in life, in myself, in my son, that I have failed to raise a decent person.”
