At the age of 60, my dad was ill. After sleeping for two months in hospital, he finally woke up. His waking up thrilled all our family. But then we knew he didn't know any of us! Doctors said they didn't know how long it would last. My heart went down when I heard the terrible news.
I was his only child, so it was my duty to look after him. He forgot almost everything, but he did remember he liked sweets. I would give him one sweet if he didn't sit on the ground, a second for stopping painting on the wall, and another for not trying to put clothes on the dog.
Dad became the oldest child in town. He climbed up the tree to catch a bird and couldn't get down after it flew away. He broke my window with a ball and cleaned our telephone in water like washing clothes. When I told him he was doing wrong things, he would answer smilingly, "I like that!!"
My son then aged five, and two eight-year-old daughters, welcomed their big playmate. He would happily make them real cigarettes, share his sweets with them, and carry them high in the apple tree to pick apples.
It's eight years since the accident, Dad has accepted（接受）the fact that he is the grandpa of his three playmates but not a brother. He has also accepted that they grow taller but his height always stays the same. Though it is still tiring to take care of him, he really brings us a lot of fun. In some way, I think it is a happy thing to look after Dad like looking after a child. How many people can have the chance to care for a childlike parent?
