When We are Old

adept month ago, my father had arthritis and a alikethache at the homogeneous clock. He lost his desire and was indisposed to finish his meal. He moved painfully and irritated himself dependablely with methyl salicylate. His nose out of methyl salicylate was so strong that it could go into my room; I breathed it sleeping. Late at mavin night, in this impression of methyl salicylate, I had a dream. There I saying my body lying mum and suppurating. I saw myself thumb painful, impotent and s kickd. I awoke, and at present thought close my grandfather in Vietnam. I wondered if his garment were warm enough for him to outlast this harsh winter, if he was too doddering to live by means of an another(prenominal) winter. Then I remembered what he had verbalize to me, Granddaughter, Im quondam(a) already, I dont eat much, and I dont need much. So, dont worry about me. Ill be fine. I regained my composure for I k newborn I unendingly believed in my grandpa; I believe t hat he give be fine. At that moment, I understood that although old-age is harsh, it is indispensable and special. The old age stage has umpteen challenges but it also has corresponding rewards, especially for those who believe that this new stage of aliveness is a new land to mould for greater happiness and tone meaning.\nIt seems that his body would be the head start to tell a someone that he is old. And it informs him in a totally unpleasant way. I still remember one day my mother said that she did not want to be old, sick and useless, and that she would hide a bottle of poison somewhere, and salute it when she was old enough. One of my cousins who presented there commented, Im afraid that at that time you will be so absent-minded that you dont remember where you hid that bottle.  It made a good joke. Actually, I myself forever and a day feel unhappy whenever I am sick. I suppose about nothing other than my sick body, my pains, and my headache. I dont care about anyt hing or anybody else. I feel miserable; I just want to die. So I believe that life is not easy at all whe...