my dad stepped into my room, reminding me to eat fruits. and then he said, 28 years ago, his dad passed away. 13/09 on the chinese calendar. a young man of 23 rushed home to see his father one last time, and his final memory of his dad was him drawing his final breath when he saw all his children had reached home.

i don't know what to say to my dad, a man i respect so much for all that he has gone through, and for all that he has done. i can only wish him a long life so that i may somehow make it up to him, give him the comfort he never used to have.

and so i told him, 老爸，你要等到我给你生孙子你才能死 hor?

when what i hoped was that i would never lose him.