As I took out an old wheel chair that we had in our cellar my youngest son, 5, watched on curiously. I struggled to dig up that wheel chair beneath all the crap that we had stored.
Finally I got it out, it was rusty and covered with webs. My son asked me "What is that thing for, father?" I promptly responded "this is for your grandfather.
We are taking him on this chair up to the cliff. And we 're dropping him off from there into the sea."
My father was nagging old fellow. All he can do is sit around his weak ass all day do nothing, eat our food, take up our time. He's no good. He's better off dead.
So today, I was readying for our short trip up the hill. From there I am dropping him off the cliff to his death.
I picked him off from his bed and placed him on the wheel chair. My wife helped me in getting it out from the house.
As I was about to stroll, my son ran towards me from the porch where he was standing and innocently said "hey dad, when you're done throwing grandpa off the cliff,
don't forget to bring back the wheel chair. Otherwise, i'll have to carry you up the hill on my own when you're old." It hit me hard.