Fathers

My father's ability to go from grandpa to his father is like a clown. Dad brought things, brothers over the shoulder, bags of food items, and 12 roses to the mother. No one knows, Papa even gathers trash between the most beautiful mountains in northern California. So when he got home with a neat old lamp and sofa to go home, we should sit around the gift and guess their price and it went up by $ 75. When my father got down with a 5 dollar receipt, our hands fell and cried with surprised voice and shouted our open smile.

I think that I wrote this. The relationship between my father and my son is various. Fathers are not necessarily wage laborers, fathers are family owners, and fathers are always there. For all fathers, people have thousands of words. But with proper communication, that is not a problem. When I saw my husband playing in M ​​today showing all kinds of stupidity, I learned that they were already deeply in love with each other. I have not talked about M yet I do not know if he calls him Papu or something else. What I know is that as long as they can talk each other's language, they share the same deep feelings with me and Bab.

Of course, my father never told it. My father talked with a handful of people who shared his ancestors for most of his 80 years. My father did not talk with his four daughters including me. The only obvious relationship between my father and his family is his mother and after a passage in 1967 the little rope was separated and released from someone who dared to call, write, care. No, my father does not believe in the power of blood. We are surrounded by neighbors and residents, and they are related to each other. Everyone is a cousin of another person, the second generation cousin or cousin is taken one, two, three times. This is true for both white and black people, and both are related to each other in a way that they choose not to recognize.

Medicine: A few years ago, my father was hospitalized. Dr. Caesar prescribed antibiotics for my father, and I noticed that he was allergic. The doctor did not mind checking my father's allergy list. When I saw antibiotics in my father's drug list, I told the nurse to tell the doctor to remove it from my father's list. My father may have been poisoned and killed by a doctor's negligence. A couple of weeks later, I discovered that this antibiotic ingredient was also included in eye drops given to my father later. My father did not respond well to eye drops. I took him to an ophthalmologist and had to show Caesar's ophthalmologist that she gave my father one drop of antibiotic allergen containing eye drops. Then, due to this mistake, the pharmacy refunded my father.