My dear child,
The day that you see me old and my body starts to wither, have patience and try to understand me.
If I get dirty when eating… if I can’t dress… have patience.
Do you remember the hours I spent teaching it to you?
If, when I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one times… don’t interrupt me… listen to me.
When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you got to sleep.
When I don’t want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me.
Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I invented, in order to persuade you to bath.
When you see my ignorance on new technologies… give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile…
I taught you how to do many things properly… to eat, to dress, to confront life.
When at some moment I lose the memory or the thread of our conversation… let me have the necessary time to remember… and if I can’t do it, don’t feel annoyed…
because the most important thing is not my conversation, but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me…
If ever I don’t want to eat, don’t force me. I know well when I need to and when not.
When my tired legs don’t allow me walk… give me your hand…
the same way I did when you took your first steps.
Some day you will discover that, despite my mistakes, I always wanted the best thing for you and that I tried to prepare the way for you…
You must not feel sad or angry when seeing me near you. You must stay with me, understand me, help me…
as I did it when you started living.
Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived. Walk with me when I reach the end of my journey, with love and patience.
I will pay you with a smile and by the immense love I always have for you.
I love you, my child.