Inspirational story

Death note for a fifth grader


He is a 5th grade student of the National Primary School. His family is good. His father started his own company and became a shareholder. The mother is a standard family woman.

His grades are not good. Every time he tests his name, he is in the mountains, spending a lot of money, treating guests, shopping. Always in the position of big brother.

The teacher also taught him many times and informed his parents. But he has become a whisper for some warnings. Still doing my own thing.

In the summer of the 5th grade graduation, he went to play with his classmates. On the occasion of joy, he fell ill. The classmate immediately sent him to the hospital to inform his parents. The father was on a business trip and rushed back.

The mother rushed to the hospital, and his classmate said: "Auntie, when your son played with us, he suddenly lost weight and fell to the ground." "Hey, thank you. You go back first, your parents are in a hurry."...

The mother was alone on his bed, looking at his face, and the rough hand gently stroked the child's forehead. anxious.

No, the doctor came in and said to the child's mother: "Your son has gallbladder cancer, but it is malignant, very serious, and surgery can be done, but the chance of success is small. It worsens cholecystitis. I can live for another year." The mother clasped the doctor's hand: "It must be cured, it must be cured."

He heard it on his bed and cried like his mother. ......

"Child, you can, be strong, you can live for a long time, long time, long time." The mother wiped his tears.

The operation was completed and the father temporarily gave up his career. Accompany the child.

"Dad, Mom. Can you let me read the book for a month?" They all cried. "Yes, yes. As long as you like it. We all meet you."

At the beginning of the new semester, there are still 10 months to calculate his remaining time.

"Dad, Mom. I took 80. I am in the middle class." He was facing a month of monthly exams, tears, he wanted to study, he found the book fun, he didn't use much money. There is no more laughter with my classmates. Every time I go to school, I will study hard and remember.

There are still 9 months...

He went to many places with his parents and played a lot of attractions. Walked through all relatives.

He wants to cry every time, but he resists it every time. He became strong.

But when it rained heavily and was cold, his parents sent him to the hospital. His face was blue, his words mixed, and his rescue was ineffective - he died. ... The parents fell to the ground, and the family's support was hard to go home.

After finishing the matter, the parents found a letter while sorting out his room.

Disassembled to see:

Mom and Dad, I love you. I feel that I am so uncomfortable. I may be dead. Oh, thank you for staying with me in this one year, it makes me feel love, my sky is sunny. Maybe I can't send it to you personally. Maybe when you find this letter, I am laughing at your fragility in heaven, crying at the same time, it is useless than me.

Mom and Dad, I am leaving. I am useless, always not good to learn, spend money indiscriminately. I don't know anything, and let you see no one at school, saying that your children are rich and rich. I have always been told by the teachers that I am stubborn, not a seedling for learning. But in that month, I confirmed that I am not stupid, I can, can take the first. But I have no time. I can't help it anymore.

Dad, can you spend more time with your mother at home? You are always busy, always on a business trip. Every time I go to bed with my mother, I have dinner with my mother, watching TV together, and always missing you. You make me lack fatherly love, I hate you! But, this year, you have once again made me feel fatherly love. I have been cherishing, in the collection, in the aftertaste. I want to take this feeling away, but I can't, I can't do anything, I only record it and record it every day. Oh, Dad, you said that I am not very useless.

Yes, Dad. Mom always said that she is always alone at home. I think not only is my mother alone at home. My mother also said that she is waiting for me to go home from school every day, although I am noisy when I go home. But she is happy. Always eyebrows. So hey, Dad, you have to spend more time with my mother when I am not there.

Mom, can you not always complain about Dad's busyness? Maybe Dad is really three to go through the house, but he is also for our life. He made us live better and not to eat and wear. And you always complain to me when you have dinner, saying, "Your father is always outside, don't go home to see. He lives outside, don't have to go home." I don't talk. I don't want to say either. I am afraid that I will cry at that time. I hate you, mother! But, mother, in this year, you should feel your father's love for you.

Mom and Dad, I am leaving, the days when I am not there. Dad, you can make your mother sad and not let your mother be alone. Mom, you can't always complain about Dad.

We went out to play together, I was always happy, because in my impression, I have never had a family together. I am very happy, watching others just with my father or mother, I will always grin and smile. Thank you, Mom and Dad.

Mom and Dad, I don’t want to be your child anymore in my life. I will only make you more sad, so that you can only watch the happiness of other people's families. Otherwise, you forgot me, give me a younger brother. But, my parents, I finally begged you, don't tell him that he had a mediocrity brother. Let him study hard and let him inherit his father's family business and take care of his mother's body.

Mom and Dad, it’s not early, I’m going to sleep first, I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, I can still have breakfast, I can still hear my father’s carols, and I can see the grandfather’s cellar. Tai Chi... Hehe. I love you. Thank you! I will protect you in heaven. But don't be weaker than me, don't cry! Bye!

Mom and Dad, I love you! Love you! I still don't want to die... I want to get your love.

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