Father: I
was abused by my father in childhood.
The middle-aged wife ran away from home.
He is now old, living with an elderly widow, and getting along for twenty years, but there is no real marriage.
When the other party died, he was swept out by his children and had nowhere to stay.
Got Alzheimer's disease. Scribble on the wall of the bathroom with stool.
His children sent him to a nursing home, but thought they were living in a hotel.
His children bought him hearing aids, but they had to endure their quarrel.
I was asked by my sons and daughters whether to use a ventilator to maintain life after losing consciousness, and whether it was cremation or burial after death.
She couldn't take care of herself, she had to go to the toilet on the plane, her pants fell off, and a diaper was exposed in the public, but she asked her daughter to lift her pants for herself.
At night, looking at the red decorative lamp his daughter bought for him, I couldn't sleep.
In any case, in the last days of his life, he had children accompanied and looked after, and he passed away in peace.
Daughter:
She was abused by her father in childhood, her mother ran away from home, and her father abandoned her and her brother.
Although I am a freelance writer, I still need to do odd jobs from time to time, trying to apply for writing sponsorship. Applying for relief money to survive, but lied to his brother.
Stealing antidepressant pills from the medicine cabinet of his father's dead girlfriend.
Without love, maintain a sexual relationship with a married man.
The closest thing in life is a pet cat and a pot of green plants.
Driving with her boyfriend and watching the waterfall, but broke up unhappy.
He rushed to find a better nursing home for his father, but was turned away.
He bought all kinds of daily necessities and decorations to decorate the ward, but was recognized as a caregiver by his furious father.
Disappeared for not being able to find a cushion.
On a cold winter night, I got warmth and understanding from the black carer.
When sorting out his father's belongings, he found that his father had kept the photos and graffiti of her and her brother's childhood for so many years.
When the car was driving on the road in Sun City, the sun shone on her face, and the golden smile revealed unprovoked happiness.
In the end, the play was successfully staged and life had a new starting point.
Son:
I teach in the university. The sofa at home is full of books and materials, and there is no place to sit.
My father had never taken care of him and his sister before, but now he wants them to take care of his elderly father.
Living with a Polish girlfriend, but looking for excuses not to enter into marriage.
His girlfriend shed tears every time he cuts eggs for him.
The jealous sister got the writing sponsorship she applied for and didn't get.
The paper was published, and his girlfriend was found again.
The beautiful desert scenery of Sun City in the film reminded me that after thousands of years of hard work, intelligent human beings have finally changed the barbaric earth into a world suitable for their own living. But what then? Human beings are still far away from the ending of beautiful fairy tales. For mankind, a happy life is still an unattainable ideal. Just like Wendy's heartbroken self-condemnation: We're horrible people, horrible, horrible, just horrible.
The film has a real power, it is a bit dull, but there is a trace of humor in the boring, gloomy but not blind, dull but not redundant. It is this truth that touches us and makes it easier for us to think of our own lives and the unsatisfactory life situations we face. The film wants to tell us that although life is short, the light of hope always shines on us, just like Wendy running in the morning light at the end of the film and her boyfriend's old dog with his hind legs dragging the wheel.
So, I think, is suffering indispensable for happiness?
My conclusion is that suffering is not necessary for happiness, but it is usually extremely effective.
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