Father’s Savings Deposit

It was one of those ordinary days for my parents who were living on their own since all of us their children already have our own family.  Mother was sewing by hand at the living room and father was eating at the dining table when mother got practically annoyed when she realized that his eyes were nailed on her while she was busy mending one of his shirt.  “Why do you look at me that way? Is there something wrong with my face?”  Mother asked.  “Nothing, I just noticed you’re still lovely despite the old age!” was father’s reply. Mother admitted later that she was pleased no end by that flattering remark but she didn’t show it and acted irritated instead. Not knowing it was father’s way of saying goodbye. She continued sewing and after a while, father unexpectedly dropped to the floor, unconscious.  He was rushed to hospital and was in comatose for days. He was diagnosed with brain hemmorage.

While in the hospital, bills piled up and prescription medicines were needed to be bought.   Mother instructed me to withdraw the money from father’s Savings Accounts.  I obligingly obeyed and talked to the bank’s Manager.  I explained the predicament but unfortunately, the bank officer didn’t allow the withdrawal. I begged and further explained father’s situation. He asked me to come back after two days. But father was gone the following day.  I came back to the bank manager and as he saw me, he smilingly told me that the money in father’s Savings Account is ready for withdrawal.  And teary eyed I informed him then, “it will now be used not for medicines but for funeral expenses.”