4 days to the end. Sitting feebly in front of the camera, I could still manage to squeeze out a bitter smile for I was rather camera-shy.
Earlier this morning, I had requested the nurse to remove all the tubes from my body. I even asked to be applied some makeup over my face, I didn’t want to look like a dying person on the screen.
As the camera started to roll, I began to talk gawkily to the camera. Every single word coming out from my mouth sounded shaky to my ears. I could hear myself panting between every few words.
Given my current condition, it would be an uphill task to complete the whole video. But I insisted as I didn’t want to leave everyone behind without saying a word.
As I talked, I imagined my family and friends watching me on the screen sorrowfully at my funeral.
While my surrounding was filled with my voice, I imagined how gloomy the atmosphere would be when they would hear me on the screen.
When I let out a warm smile while talking, I imagined my father shedding tears looking at me through my coffin. It would be so hard to say goodbye to everyone…