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My Father’s Sorrow<br />
Xao Ling Shang<br />
54 Grieving<br />
My grandmother told me that my father was a happy boy. He liked to play games<br />
with his sister when he was a child, and he liked to laugh. But one day, it changed. <strong>The</strong><br />
war began, so everybody left the hometown to look for a safe place. <strong>The</strong>y walked and<br />
walked, day and night. <strong>The</strong>y were too tired and too hungry; they only had limited food<br />
for the whole family. My grandfather wanted to keep the one boy in the family alive. In<br />
only two months, three <strong>of</strong> his sisters died from hunger. <strong>The</strong>y died so quietly, appearing<br />
to be asleep. My father was so scared and sad that he was afraid <strong>of</strong> sleeping. He worried<br />
that when he woke up, the other sister would be dead.<br />
After that, they seldom heard his laugh. He went to school, looking more mature<br />
than his age. He was smart and studied hard, he skipped grades and later he was the<br />
first one go to university. <strong>The</strong> whole town was shocked. How glad the family was! My<br />
grandparents all laughed, but he didn’t. He went out to look for the place where his<br />
sisters were buried.<br />
Five years later, he became an engineer with a good job and good salary. He wanted<br />
to <strong>of</strong>fer his parents a good life. He bought all kinds <strong>of</strong> food for his parents—things they<br />
never had tasted—but soon, his father suffered from cancer. My father used all his<br />
money and borrowed a lot to treat his father. He went to visit every famous doctor he<br />
heard <strong>of</strong>, he tried his best, and even though he used his mouth to help suck his father’s<br />
sputum, his father still died.<br />
From then on, he changed, becoming silent. He turned to studying Chinese medicine<br />
and used health as a way to take care <strong>of</strong> his mother. He always said: “Everybody must be<br />
dutiful to your grandmother, the same as me. Take care <strong>of</strong> her first, respect her first!” My<br />
grandmother had a good time with us; she felt so safe with us.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, in 1992, during a cold winter, my father was sent to Japan to work for two<br />
months. After he left, my grandmother became sick and changed very fast. Even though<br />
my mom tried very expensive medicine on her, it still couldn’t keep her alive. Before she<br />
died, she called my father’s name until she couldn’t speak.<br />
My father was so sad when he came back; he felt he couldn’t be pardoned. He hadn’t<br />
done anything or said any words when his mother needed him. He would never have<br />
the opportunity to do it again. He felt he made his mother so restless when she was on<br />
her way to heaven. So he cried loudly, his tears like flooding water running down from<br />
a broken bank.<br />
Many years later, even now that he has become a grandfather, he still doesn’t feel<br />
relief. He still likes to tell us the story about his sisters, his father and his mother. He