He is talented and fearless, drinking alcohol and beer like water, but after a stroke, he lost all his form. He walks, talks, and does everything cautiously. When he goes to a friend's house, he sits for half an hour and takes out his blood pressure monitor three times to check. When his wife is away, he can't rest assured at home. The day before, she was away because of her best friend's birthday, and told him to remember to turn on the multi-function rice cooker (which can cook porridge, make cakes), and turn on the second button from the top so the rice is cooked. For food, she prepared a pot of braised pork in the refrigerator, along with a jar of pickled figs...
When she came home late in the evening, her husband grimaced and said he had to eat cereal while the rice was almost burnt, with only a little bit of rice in the middle, and he would lose his teeth. It turned out that he had mistakenly pressed the cake button instead of the rice button. She blamed herself for not sticking paper on the pot to avoid the mistake, and from that day on, she took care of him even more carefully, just like a child in the house. After dinner, she would boil ginger water to soak his feet, then massage and acupressure him to relieve his back pain.
Today, sitting at the memorial service for my grandmother with my cousins, I lost my appetite and kept fidgeting to go back to my brother. The blonde-green-haired Gen Z granddaughter laughed heartily: You are making yourself miserable, worrying too much will only make him more dependent, just let him go and let him be a man! At this age, he must be afraid of death, right? She shook her head: No, he said he can die when he is in his 70s, because everyone has tasted the best food in the world, he is just waiting for his son who is studying abroad in Europe to have children, he wants them to come back to see his eldest grandson! The granddaughter pouted: It's all excuses, auntie. Actually, everyone is afraid of death, but many people are afraid of many things: afraid of eating dirty food, afraid of air pollution, afraid of children going far away from home, afraid of thunder when it rains, afraid of neighbors hearing their family's arguments, afraid of others misunderstanding them... and the biggest fear is the fear of others not properly evaluating their worth.
The oldest woman at the memorial service was 95 years old, and now she spoke up: Eat, my children. My only fear is that there will be leftovers. Last night, my nephew ordered all the best food. If you can't finish it, it's a waste!
