This entry is a sequel to my previous post. After visiting the temple, my parents, my husband and I had lunch at a crab restaurant. The crab restaurant is one of my father's favorite places, so I believe that it made his day.

I try to have a meal with my parents at least once a month to check how they're doing. When I take them to their clinic, it helps me explain their condition to their doctors. Whenever we eat together, I watch carefully how they eat. Do they eat slower than before? Do they use the chopsticks the certain way? How about using the silverware? Do their hands shake when they bring food to their months? How much do they eat? I always try not to miss anything even small.

I've noticed that my mom has started eating less, and it has made me worry about her. Eating is such an important action to live, and when we eat with many people, for some reason, the food always tastes much better. I might need my parents to take somewhere more often than before.

As usual, my father ate up completely, which made me feel very happy. I only wish my mother would eat a little bit more.

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