Taking care of parents
I was the only one to take care of my father and mother among my siblings.
They both died at the hospital, and my mother was the only one to take care of them.
However, some people have heard that watching a parent's death is the greatest form of filial disloyalty.
I was in a relationship with my father to the extent I could, and I took over the management of the factory, but at that time it ended with self-bankruptcy due to the recession from the cage, and my mother and I worked desperately hard while getting lost on the road, but finally my mother also passed away at the place, and a sense of defeat was attached to it, saying, “What did you live for,” and when I did something, I felt, “If I cross this wall again, I'll be dropped into a deeper abyss,” and “I It makes me think, “They're clowns of gods and Buddhas, and they're happy to be unlucky enough to go around.”
My colleagues even say, “Once you crawl out of a hole, you don't fall into a hole again, it's normal.”
I was seriously injured when I was young, I was hospitalized and discharged until I was in elementary school, and I was disliked without meaning in elementary school, no one called friends, no relationships like that, and the exact opposite of that, my life is stable, and I think so especially when I watch my cousins, younger brothers, and younger sisters.
Thinking about that, I wonder if taking care of my parents until the very end is unfaithful to my parents.
