Although my grandfather knew there was no hope of saving them, he still wanted to have a try. He only gave up the surgery but not the treatment.
So, my parents relied on intravenous drips to live every day. Besides, they felt extremely painful and unable to sleep all day long.
At first, they begged me to perform surgery on them to save them, but later on, they gave up on themselves.
"Zoe, you... you go tell the doctor that I don't want to live anymore. Don't continue the infusion."
His voice was so low that I could pretend not to hear it. I just continued playing with my phone with my head down.
After all, he was like this when my mother beat me before and I asked for help.
As for my mother, she was sent to the emergency room because she fainted.
Sadly, she could not be saved and was pronounced dead on the spot.
I turned my gaze to my father who was still alive.
He tried to take off the oxygen mask himself, and I didn't stop him. I watched him die with his eyes wide open.
Both my parents died, and my brother and I were sent to my grandfather's house. He couldn't even take care of himself, not to mention the two children.