I suddenly recalled a scene from a few years ago, taking care of my grandmother in the hospital. Now it's so similar.

Only consciousness remains.

We're both just betting on an infinitesimal possibility.

Either a miracle happens, or we try to minimize the suffering.

After my grandmother passed, I've been thinking about how much she endured during that final year-plus, holding on to that last breath so her descendants could fulfill their filial duty.

But we were all too selfish to choose to let go.

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