My Dad

This is my dad's first family picture when he was a little boy. My dad and my mom's marriage was arranged by their parents when they were kids.

Oct. 6th. 1997 was a black day for our family. My mom got stroke and send to hospital. She was in a coma for a week. We took turn to look after her in hospital. Eventually my mom made her way home after a month. She could not walk and talk after the surgery and lost ability of writing also. Since then, my dad became a full time homecare, so me, my sister and brother could go back to our normal lives without worry.

When people get sick, they get frustrated and lose their temper often. Like my mom, she has a clear mind but cannot talk. She was a busy person, now she can not walk. It is hard for her to accept the fact of lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for others to feed and dress her. It takes my dad extensive patience. He is always trying to figure out what she is asking. Sometimes it took him a day or longer to find out what my mom really wanted. After he got, he was so happy and told us the story with his smiling. Once my auntie on my mom side, came to visit. Before she left, my mom asked my dad to buy something for my auntie. No one could figure out what she asked for. My mom got frustrated and cried. My dad felt so bad, not for himself. A month later, when he bought a kind of seafood for my mom, finally found out that was the one my mom asked for my auntie. That was my auntie's favour food my mom knew.

My dad bought a simple wheel chair, modified his bicycle and put both together, made a special wheel chair. He can either walk or ride with my mom sitting on the chair so he can take her outside when the weather is fine. Where ever he goes, people can see my mom too. My dad became well-known in the neighbourhood. In the cold days, my mom got bored by lying on the bed and asked to go out. It took my dad half hour to dress her, pulled the wheel chair downstairs and went out. They had to be back inside in a short time because of the cold weather. Sometimes we felt bad for our dad, but he said he was doing exercise while my mom could breathe the fresh air, good for both.

Time flies, eleven years has passed by. My dad does the same thing day by day, he did not complain a single word, instead he said she deserves what he is doing. and keep him busy. My dad is very patient and kind person, always think the others first. Many little things come into my mind when I am writing my dad. He is the hero in our family. I wish all the parents be happy together like my dad and my mom no matter up or down.