The Last Breath

Father never ever raised his voice at me when he was well, but near the end he scolded me very harshly for forgetting to cook rice. He boomed through the stroke and minus his dentures, "WAH CHINDH F PUHSON AH YE!!!" <“What kind of person are you?!!”> At that time it hurt me deeply, but now I realize that he wasn’t himself anymore. He might not even understood what happened around him. Parts of him were already taken away forever by the stroke. A few weeks before he died he did not recognize any of us. He looked close to eighty. Sunken eyes, shrivelled to the bone. He was only 60 when he died.