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Like Father Like Son

‘Everything is going to be fine. Relax!’ he took a few deep breaths.

His father lay on the hospital bed, a bit nervous about the next morning.

‘Son! I don’t want to die’, he said.

‘Its nothing father! It is just a minor operation. You will be home in a couple of days’, he reassured him by repeating what doctors had told him.

The next morning his wife and his sister waited at home while he stayed back at hospital.

He came back home in the afternoon but he wasn’t alone. He carried his father’s body along.

Due to the negligence of the hospital, 5 patients died in the operation theatre that morning. His father was one of them and he could do nothing to save him.


5 months later he found himself at the hospital again. This time it was his wife in the OT. All the jitters and nightmares rushed back.

At 2:05 A.M in the morning, the nurse came out and said, ‘Congratulations! It’s a girl’

He took her in his arms and smiled.

‘Son! I don’t want to die’

He lost his father to become one.

_____________________

For my grandfather whom I never saw

Comments

confessing7girl said…
hey island girl thank u so much for visiting me!! please dont be a stranger!!
i hv to say i love sleeping too!!:D
oh and the story is beautiful!!its the cycle of life!!im sorry for ur grandfather...i dont hv any grandparents alive it touched deep down thanx
Impressionist said…
WOW that is so wonderfully written!! :)
Its sad but wonderful.
sorry to know bout ur granpa!

peace & love
JeeVY
Anonymous said…
mehak

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