Since May 1st, my father has been in a severe coma and has never woken up. Physiologically, he has been paralyzed in bed for more than 6 years, and his vitality has been exhausted, and he is almost exhausted. However, his granddaughter has never been born, so he has been breathing this tone.

Yesterday my granddaughter was finally born. Perhaps the old man had already finished his wish, and he finally died in the early morning of the 12th. It was my last bite of food for my father, and it was also me who found that my father was cold. Logically speaking, I have fulfilled my filial piety.

It was just that I was unable to let my father die alone before he died, and I felt really uncomfortable. At that time, I was typing. Sometimes, I really felt that being a typing writer was really hard. It was very hard! When the child was born, most of his energy was typing. When my of illness, he was still typing.

I don’t know what to say anymore. After all, this is work, and it’s also for making a living. I won’t say anything anymore. I just want to tell you that during my father’s mourning these days, I will try my best to update. I originally wanted to stop updating for three days, but after thinking about it, it’s for everyone to see updates every day, and it’s also for the little money, so that I can get more. If I really can’t, I hope everyone will forgive me! Thank you for your support!
Chapter completed!