The Door of the Sick Room

張貼日期：Jan 05, 2010 1:40:42 PM

Loretta Li

Opening the door of the sick room is the most dreadful thing for me. Nine years ago, I was looking forward to visiting my grandmother and grandfather before the Mid-Autumn Festival. We used to BBQ on that day, and I liked to share my school things with them excitedly. However, my parents told me bad news when I packed up my baggage. “We have to go to the hospital, dear,” they said softly. I thought maybe grandfather’s knee was at fault as usual, but I found the thing was not what I had thought as I saw my mother cried furtively in the car on our way to the hospital. Standing in front of the door, I looked at the heavy white door with an iron gray handle, and the door was like a monster which separated me from my grandfather. While my fingertips touched the handle, I felt ice-cold, and then I opened the heavy door hesitatingly. The situation inside was worse than what I had thought. My grandfather lay on the bed with closed eyes, and there were many tubes inserted all over his body. Nobody talked, and the only sound I could hear was from the apparatus. My grandfather has been a vegetable, but we still wait for him to wake up some day. Now, when I go to the hospital, I will avoid opening the door under the unclear situation, because the fact may be hard to accept.