The other day was late, which reminded him of some good memories several years ago. I went to a hotel in the area of Lake Como in northern Italy. He visited it many times, but he immediately responded in Italian, LagdiC Lake Como. Then he spelled those three words one by one and read them again.

Sometimes he will spell other words he has said, which are usually very short words. This reminds me of a spelling bee contest in a small class. A child gets up from his seat and repeats a word read by the teacher, then spells it again. It is impossible for him to sit down again. His father has returned to his playmate Danny sullivan’s first grade in South Boston. I know he had a good time in primary school, but he told me a long time ago that he and Danny sullivan tried to burn down the teaching building in the third grade.
We set a fire at the front door. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because we are angry with a teacher.
The fire didn’t do any harm to the teaching building, but when grandma heard about it, she didn’t give him a good beating and said that he was a bad boy when he grew up. He said that he had told me the story of many bad boys in South Boston several times, except for being beaten, and he seemed to enjoy the memory.
But the sad moment continued again. When I told my father that I had to leave for two weeks because I had to go to new york, California, he asked me if I could take me with me.
Dad, I’m afraid it’s hard, I replied
What, he said you couldn’t try?
I have to fly. I explained that I can’t take you.
Can’t you try it?
No, dad, I can’t do this.
Although it is not easy to refuse directly, he has pushed me to this position, and I have decided that I should stop giving ambiguous answers to him. Naughty put me in a dilemma that time, and I don’t want to lie to my father this time.
Although it is difficult for me to be firm in this matter, doubt is also a wake-up call. He has tried to resist being pushed around passively or sadly following other people’s decisions. You know, Alzheimer’s patients who stay in nursing homes are often kept in uniform. It seems that he is really determined to find a way to escape from this institution, and he has also thought of all kinds of wonderful ideas.
It’s getting late every day, and the two of us, he suddenly leaned over and told me a very feasible plan
I can go if I need to. He rushed to the door leading to the balcony and nodded. I said that my son’s horse was coming to pick me up, and then he got busy. According to my understanding, he would think that I was nearby and would soon be able to take him with him.
Later, I told Alejandro about it, and he smiled appreciatively at his father’s plan. When I said that my father’s fleeting strategic thinking surprised me less, Alejandro said that he had decided several months ago that he was no longer surprised by what his father said, even though he was in that situation or, to be more precise, he was classified into a state of limited ability according to the speculation of the Ministry of Education. Alejandro said that no matter what his father still longed for the Lord, he faced the troubles caused by nursing home employees. How frustrating these troubles are, he completely refuses to be suppressed. In any case, this reaction is something to celebrate and something to hold on to and prove his tenacity.
Occasionally, my father’s uneasiness will suddenly erupt, which is almost a tit-for-tat speech.
Can you take me away now? He asked when we were all on the balcony one night in May.
Not now, I said
But right now
His cheeks were red and he clenched his fist tightly. He stared at me with a look of command. He was the father and I was the son. This time, he was not asking me for anything, but giving me an order. Although this situation made me very painful, I still showed him this courage.
On those nights when we stayed in the room, I usually pulled up a chair and sat next to my father on the sofa, but sometimes he would say for nothing that he wanted me to sit next to him.
Harry was here once when I was sitting in a chair, he said to me, when I got up and sat next to him on the sofa, he took my wrist and held it in front of me for a long time.
Who is holding your hand? he asked.
It’s you, Dad.
There’s no one else
There’s no one else. You
He nodded, then raised his left arm and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer as if to convince himself that he was protecting me.
He sent you a letter a long time ago, and he said
In fact, it was nearly a year ago that he last wrote to me, and it was not a letter. It was just the kind of note that Lucinda used to send me. Then he talked about my going to new york. He would think of it mostly because I told him that I would go to new york soon when I was on my second trip.
But he didn’t ask if he could go with me.
I really want to go with you, he said, but I know I can’t.
A moment later, as if to explain, he accepted the fact now, and he added a little, I am on the other side.
Naughty boy prone on the other side of the room, a coffee table, a sofa claw resting on the carpet and rushing at something that excites him. When he is tired of playing, he will get up and shake himself. Every time he is exhausted by something, he will shake himself like this and then trot back to his father and sit down.
This time, instead of throwing cookies to it, he held its head, rubbed its ears and gently touched the swollen area on its nose.