A part of an essay, translated…
The very next morn, as the members of the family worked with the nurse, to help the female patient have three small spoonful of peanut paste, the very last small spoonful was fed by the mother to her daughter.
She looked at her mom, smiled. Her older brother was rubbing his thumb against her right arm.
Seeing that long lost smile from his baby sister, the older brother started crying. The older sister and her husband who were also there, surrounding her sickbed also started crying too.
Being able to drink down those three small spoonful of peanut paste, it’d given the patient’s life meaning, because the peanut paste had all the memories from before, the good ones, and the bed. She’d wanted to, savor those memories, one more last time, on this last passage of hers.
After I’d said thank you to the family, I left the hospital ward, walked toward the cafeteria of the hospital, ordered up a traditional Chinese drink, with Gingko and Job’s tears. After I was done with one bowl, I’d asked for one more. I was drinking it, with my full heart, to feel, how wonderful each spoonful of it tasted.
Cherishing life, showing life gratitude, there’s no need for the flash and the thrills, nor do we need extravagant plans to do so, start with a bowl of sweet soup, just like this female patient had, asked for a bowl of peanut paste too.
And, this, would be someone’s FINAL passage of life, there’s a lot of memories, in the drink, and, it’s also, the drink that’s kept the family members connected to one another.
Note: I still didn’t take this picture here…
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