On the first day of Chinese New Year, right after the saga in the morning, all went well until when we went to visit my maternal grandmother's place.
My maternal grandfather is now in ICU, his life withering away. The cancer is slowly eating his life away.
I sat down with all his daughters and they started talking about grandfather. My youngest auntie urged her sisters to see their father as much as possible and say things that need to be said. She shared with us what she has said to her beloved father.
She said, "Dad, thank you for being our father. We have never regretted being your children. You are the best father a child could ask for. Don't worry about us. We love you." At that, everyone sitted on the table sobbed. We have each buried ourselves in the wonderful memories of my grandfather.
Finally we left the table red-eyed.
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