A Devoted Son Ending Rewrite

Ending Rewrite of the Devoted Son September 29th, 2012 Papa, I hire brought you a new tonic to help you feel better. You mustiness take it it testament make you feel stronger again. Here it is. Promise you leave take it regularly, Papa. Varmas mouth worked as hard as though he still had a gob of betel in it (his translate of betel had been cut off years ago). Then he tiff out some words, as soft and sweet as roses, into his sons face. If it testament make me feel stronger, and better than for you I will my son The vast doctor looked at his father with such relief in his eyes, in the long run he will try and get better with my help.He kissed his father on the forehead and consequently left into the house, with his wife, still waiting at the penetration with a cup of tea. The next dawning Rakesh got up and brought his dad his morning tea, not in just any cup, yet in the gaga existences favorite brass tumbler. As Rakesh arrived to his father he did not look so well, so p ale in the face, so much fear in him. Rakesh put the pillows behind his fathers back so he could sit up. Papa, how are you heart today, you dont look so swell he said with sombreness in his voice. In lull, Varma took the cup of tea from his son and took a sip.He then removed the pillows from behind him so he was lying flat again, unopen his eyes, and peacefully fell back to sleep. Rakesh sat there in silence knowing that it wasnt long before his everywhereage man will pass on, from now it will yet be a military issue of days or even hours. Rakesh went about his day and went to work. Veena, Papas daughter-in law, fixed up some lunch for the old man, nothing limited since Rakesh has order he had nothing fried, no butter, no oil. Veena came into the room with the stainless steel steel tray of food, some dry bread, boiled lentils, boiled vegetables, and some canvass old boiled fish.His daughter-in law put the tray on his lap morose around, and slipped silently out of the ro om with a little smirk that only the old man saw, and hated. Not long after Veena was down in the kitchen when she heard this scream of pain come from Varmas room stunned and scared, she dropped the meth on the wooden floor, crashing down with such an obnoxious noise. She raced upstairs to his bedroom, to happen upon the old man lying stretched out on his bed, scared Veena went everyplace to the side of the bed, only to come to the old man sitting up and once again cough up out red spittle on her.So she thought it was. Veena yelled at him this is nonsense, you cant keep spitting at me like that But as she looked longer at old Papa she noticed it wasnt spittle, it was blood. Papa was choking on his blood, having feeling so sorrowful that she was yelling him, Veena was panicking now, and she didnt know what to do. She quickly picked up the phone to call Rakesh. She went to the old man trying to stop him from chocking but she couldnt, it was to late the old man suddenly just fell ov er in bed. He was gone, Veena sat there beside the bed crying, and sobbing.When Rakesh finally arrived main office Veena met him at the door, with tears in her eyes, she looked up at him and Rakesh knew his father had passed. No No No Rakesh yelled. This cant be happening He raced upstairs to his father, crying he was, he took his fathers sink and said Im sorry papa, I shouldnt have given you that tonic. The next morning the ceremony for the old man was held, friends, family all gathered around, celebrating Varmas life. Rakesh got up went to the end of his fathers close in and bowed to his feet, just one last time.