Standing at the end of my life, I saw the face of death, cold and calm. I wanted to say to him: Can you give me some time? But his eyes refused all requests. I knew that my life was over. After decades of ups and downs, when everything was quiet, I had to stay away.
Dimly, I seemed to hear crying, that kind of heart-wrenching crying, as if I had been crying for a long time, the voice was a little tired, and it felt so familiar. I heard it, it was my daughter, my most beloved little daughter, her love for me was so deep, I really wanted to open my eyes, look at her tearful face, and give her a few words of comfort. I try hard, but except for my soul, everything seems to belong to me.
There was also a voice, crying very muffled, as if it was in someone's arms. Needless to say, it must be my eldest daughter. She is very sensible and has taken care of her younger brothers and sisters since she was a child. When I was away, she brought them up very well. But she was so stubborn that she suffered a lot. I wanted to say to her: Mom sometimes blamed you wrongly. But now I can only pray in front of the God of Death to give her more happiness to make up for my fault.
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