I longed to rip off the oxygen mask and all the uncomfortable tubes from my face, but I was too weak to even raise an arm. My vision slowly focused, and I saw relatives filling the entire ward. My parents, hunched over with white hair, were sobbing uncontrollably with trembling lips as they looked at me. My sister crouched by my bedside, desperately trying to wipe away her tears, but she just couldn't stop them, like when I was a child and fell and cried until nothing could comfort me.,My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.,A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.。