Ćng GiĆ
I learned from my sister that Ba has a tumor in his stomach.
Old man, Ć“ng giĆ . Heās going deaf, he cannot sleep. Where does time go?
I get to the cleaners, and he doesnāt talk about it. He doesnāt know I know.
Heās tired, stares blankly at the store windows, waiting to go home.
I hug him. I can feel his labored breathing.
Why would God do this to him?
I donāt make enough money to take care of him. I need to find a way.
I donāt fear dying, but I would die a million times for him to not suffer like this.
Iām so sad.
What am I doing? Iām mourning a breathing man.









