Father's Handprints

Father's handprints on the wall.
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Dad was old enough and used to lean against the wall while walking. As a result, the walls began to discolor, leaving his fingerprints on the walls wherever he touched.

    When my wife found out, she often complained to me about the dirty looking walls.
 One day, I was having a headache,  Dad gave me head  massage with oil  . So while walking, oil stains of his fingers formed on the walls.

    Seeing this, my wife screamed. And I also angrily scolded my father and spoke rudely to him, advising him not to touch the walls while walking.

    He looked very sad. I also felt ashamed of my behavior but did not say anything to us.

    Dad stopped holding the wall while walking. And one day he fell and left to the bed which became the bed of death for him and he left us to the eternal life in a few days. I felt guilty in my heart and I could never forget his expression and soon after I could not forgive myself for his death.

    After a while, we wanted to get our house painted. When the painters came, my son, who loved his grandfather, did not allow the painters to clean up grandfather's fingerprints and paint over those areas.

 The painters were very good and innovative. They assured him that they would not remove my father's fingerprints/handprints, but would create a beautiful circle around these marks and create a unique design.

    After that it continued and those prints became a part of our home. Everyone who visited our home appreciated our unique design.

    With the passage of time, I also grew old.

   Now I needed the support of a wall to walk. While walking one day, I remembered the words my father had told me, and his insistence on trying to walk without support. My son saw this and immediately came to me and while walking asked me to take support of the walls, fearing that I might fall without support, I saw my son holding me. My granddaughter immediately came forward and lovingly supported me with her hand on her shoulder. I almost cried silently. If I had done the same for my father, he would have lived longer. My granddaughter took me along and sat alongside me on the couch. Then she took out her drawing book to show me.

Her teacher admired her drawing and gave him excellent remarks.
The sketch was of my father's handprint on the walls.
 She has given  this title to her work- "I wish every child could love adults like that."

 I came back to my room and started crying apologizing to my father, who was no more.

We also grow old with time. Let's take care of our elders and teach our children the same.
Also tell your family members that these elders are valuable not walls and things!!!!!!