Father left today for home and suddenly I feel so sad. Although his being here had placed a lot of pressure on me (as he was then without the maid), I really wish he can stay here for the rest of his life. I don't know why I feel this way. Probably because I dreamt of Mother again last night, giving me a broad smile, as though she appproves of me looking after Father? This morning I tried to persuade him to stay but he flatly refused and said "I want to go home". Why can't my house become his home?
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