The corridor is long and the lights are always on until late.
The old people sat in wheelchairs and looked out the window silently. Day by day, the days passed.
This is a nursing home.
Some people regard it as a place to return to, while others regard it as a place gently pushed away by life.
Once the door is closed, the excitement of the world is outside, leaving only aging, illness, the smell of medicine, and old debts in life that are too late to settle.
Some of them are confused and forget what night it is;
Some are extremely sober, soberly counting the number of visits and clearly remembering who has loved them and who has owed them.
Some family relationships are particularly precious here, and some family relationships also show their coldest undertones here.
And I'm just a caregiver.
While wiping them, feeding them, turning over them, and covering them with quilts, I saw how their lives ended little by little.
Those grievances, decency, forbearance, regret and attachment that no one mentions are all hidden in a sigh, a night light, and a delayed visit.
"The Last Mile" is not about death;
But when people are about to die, they still want to be remembered, understood, and treated tenderly.
Along the way, the old people went to say goodbye,
But in the process of accompanying them, I saw the world again...
Purpose: Focus on the elderly and caregivers in nursing homes, show the warmth and dignity of human life in the later years of life, and think about the true face of aging, family affection, farewell and human nature.