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A letter from Mum and Dad (touching)

My child,

When I get old, I hope you understand and are patient with me.
In case maybe I drop a plate, or spill the soup, you see it’s because I’m losing my eyesight. And when my hearing gets worse I won’t be able to hear you as well, us older people are sensitive so please don’t yell, simply repeat it or write it down for me? I’m sorry, my child. I’m getting older.

And when my knees get weaker, I hope you’ll have the patience to help me get up. Just like I used to help you back when you were little, when you were first learning to walk. Please bear with me.. I’m sorry If I keep repeating myself, I must sound like a broken record. I just hope you have the patience to continue listening to me. Try not to make fun of me and please continue listening even if your getting sick of me. Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a balloon? You kept on at me, repeating the words I want a balloon’ over and over again until’ you got what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person, so please don’t force me to shower because my body is weak. You see us old people get sick very easily when they’re cold.. I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to take a shower. I hope you can be patient with me when I’m cranky, It’s all part of getting old. You’ll understand when you’re older.

And if you have spare time, I hope you spend it visiting and talking to me, even if its just for a few minutes. I’m always alone these days, I have no one to talk to. And I know you’re busy with work/school but even if your not interested in my stories, please make time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.

When the time comes, I’m going to get ill and i’ll no longer be able to care for myself. So I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess, I’m no longer in full control of my body. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I won’t be here for much longer anyway.
And when it’s time for me to go, I hope that you’ll be there to hold my hand and that you’ll give me the strength to face death.

Don’t worry though sweetie, when I finally meet our creator I shall tell him to bless and care for you. In the same way you cared for us.             Thankyou for loving us.

 We love you too, From Mum and Dad

I love sex, but I love cuddling after it.

(Source: play-the-chap)