Sunday, November 13, 2011

A Letter from "Mom n Dad"...



My Child,

When I get old, I hope you understand 'n ...
have patience with me
In case I break the plate, or
spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight,
I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive,
always having self pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse 'n
 I can’t hear what you’re saying,
I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’

Please repeat what you said or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker,
I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little,
learning how to walk.
Please bear with me,
when I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me.

Please don’t make fun of

me, or get sick of listening

to me.

Do you remember when

you were little 'n you

wanted a ballon? You

repeated yourself over 'n

over until you get what

you wanted.

Please also pardon my

smell. I smell like an old

person.Please don’t force

me to shower.

My body is weak.

Old people get sick easily

when they’re cold. I hope I

don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when

you were little? I used to

chase you around because

you didn’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient

with me when I’m always

cranky. It’s all part of

getting old.

You’ll understand when

you’re older.

'n if you have spare time, I

hope we can talk even for

a few minutes.

I’m always all by myself all

the time, 'n have no one to

talk to.

I know you’re busy with

work.

Even if you’re not

interested in my stories,

please have time for me.

Do you remember when

you were little? I used to

listen to your stories about

your teddy bear.

When the time comes, 'n I

get ill 'n bedridden, I hope

you have the patience to

take care of me.

I’m sorry if I accidentally

wet the bed or make a

mess.

I hope you have the

patience to take care of me

during the last few

moments of my life.

I’m not going to last much

longer, anyway.

When the time of my

death comes, I hope you

hold my hand 'n give me

strength to face death.

'n don’t worry..

When I finally meet our

creator, I will whisper in his

ear to bless you. Because

you loved your Mom 'n

Dad.

Thank you so much for

your care.

We love you. ! ♥

"Just Like This Status If You

Love It & You Will Never

Leave Your Parents At Any

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