Father, who can never be replaced by anyone, when they leave the world.
My father was hardworking and patient even though he was 73 years old but I was only 8 years old. Yes, you read that right, my dear father is old but I am proud of him. Dad and I are the second family because he has a first wife and children. We are 3 siblings. My mother, on the other hand, is only 44 years old and works as a maid. My parents' age gap is far away. But at my father's age, his body was still strong.
While I was in elementary school, my father had no job. My father's previous job was a construction. Because of his old age he could no longer work. But I admired him because he bought his bicycle to take me to my school. Very brave father. My classmates even thought he was my grandfather but I told them he was my father and I was proud of him. When Christmas comes, we go to his siblings to ask for Christmas presents, because his brothers and sisters can afford it. I always told her we went to her first children but she did not want to. I ask him why but he is silent and his face is sad. Also on Christmas day is his birthday. When we got home, I immediately approached my mother to ask questions about why my father was avoiding his first child like that. And my mother said the reason, she told me we were not accepted as siblings of her first children.
A few years later, my father was a big sign. And because of his old age he got chronic cancer. My older brother immediately went to dad's eldest son with his first wife to ask for help but unfortunately he failed. My father's first child was capable of life and had money. Because his first child could not accept what he did before and rebuild another family so he just ignored it. Until my father's illness worsened and he could no longer stand and we begged our brothers and sisters, my father's first child. Because they felt sorry for us, they helped us. I even thought to myself, they will wait for our father to get worse before helping. I cried and said, why can they tolerate their father like that no matter what he did and even if the world is reversed, they are still their father. We also took our father to the hospital and it was confined. And he should have surgery. When he underwent surgery, the doctor said he could not have surgery because of his old age. And the doctor also said that my father will not last long because his cancer is getting worse. I cried and was stunned by what his doctor said.
A few months later, my father passed away. I felt very painful because despite his old age he did not abandon us and he still fulfilled his role as a father to us that he did not do to his first children whom he deeply regretted and he has apologized for. Our brothers/Sisters also apologized to us in my father's first child. We never harbored resentment toward our brothers. And now we partake on the day of the feast of the dead and we also partake together on the day of the new year.
This is just the story of my brave father. You used to like it.
As I write this I am in tears and I remember my father and I together.
Thank you very much.