My Child, when I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me. In case I break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m loosing my eyesight. I hope you don’t yell at me. Older people are sensitive… always having self pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and i cant hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me “Deaf!”.. please repeat what you said or write it down.
I’m sorry, my Child. I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, Learning how to walk. Please bear with me.
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don’t make fun of me or get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over until you got what you wanted ……