Right on time, as if timed perfectly, I arrived at my father's room just as he had seated himself in the wheelchair. He wore a cotton coat over his hospital gown, which made him look especially thin.
"I'll do it," Ji Anning quickly intervened, squeezing past the mother who was pushing the wheelchair, and took over the pushing.
The mother led the way.
The family of three left the room. Today, there were noticeably fewer people moving around outside than usual, probably because they had all gone to attend the singing event.
It was likely a rare opportunity for most of the elderly to see their children.
"Mom, do you and dad know how to sing?" Ji Anning asked her mother.
The mother shook her head, "No, we just listen to others sing."
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately turned to Ji Anning and said, "You should sing a song later, Jiajia."
Ji Anning was even more resistant, "I really can't sing."
