My father was sitting on the porch, staring at the garden he once loved to care for. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/4b0e5a/620x0/1/0/2025/03/02/8ahhjh2pq9xefu3bo3bo8n8ld3i646fxr34qj0ma8jk.jpg" alt = "@pexels care" styles = "background-color: rgba (142,121,97.1)" > < p > now the weeds wrapped the beds, and the grass almost reached knees. He had no strength for a long time to do anything here.
< p > — Child, sit — He said quietly, indicating the chair next to him.
< p > I sat down. I didn't know how to tell him. < p > — We can't do it any longer — My brother told me a few days earlier. < p > — But he has a house! & Amp; MDASH; I protested immediately. < p > — And so what ? can't cope. We have our lives. You cannot take care of it 24 hours a day.< p > — This does not mean that we are to give it back!
< p > — That is, exactly it & Amp; MDASH; The second brother interrupted. & Amp; MDASH; He will have everything at the Nursing Home. Care, food, doctors & hellip;< p > — And he will be alone — I hissed.
< p > — He is alone here! < p > I looked at them and felt that I was losing. < p > — They want to send me somewhere, truth ? & amp. My father spoke first, as if he read me in his mind.< p > I was silent.
< p > — A child, you don't have to do anything m & oacute; I know that I am already a burden for you.< p > — Not m & oacute; in yes! & Amp; MDASH; I grabbed his wrinkled hand.
< p > sighed.
< p > — You know, the worst thing in old age is that nobody asks you for your opinion.
< p > — I ask & hellip;< p > looked at me sad.
< p > — And you can change something ?< p > I clenched my mouth.
< p > I could fight. I could scream. But could I stop time ? save his health ? sacrifice my whole life to be with him ?< p > I could not.
< p > and it hurt the most.
< p > a few days p & oacute; I helped him pack things.
< p > — Don't cry — he said quietly.
< p > — I'm sorry, dad — I whispered, wiping tears.
< p > — You didn't do anything wrong.
< p > but I felt I failed. < p > and that now it will only be empty.