Take me home for Easter, son, please. I’ll sit in the corner and not bother anyone. I can’t continue.

The wife spoke sharply while making a nervous gesture.

You might have overlooked the possibility of our contracting tuberculosis from your father. In addition, we’ll have lots of visitors over the holiday.

But the physician claimed that he is no longer a threat to people.

Do you trust the medical profession? Nothing is understood by them.

Their exchange came to an end.

The guests gathered around a lavish table, eating, sipping their parents’ toasts, and instructing their children to become good people on Easter morning after everyone had gone to church.

They cleaned the table and apartment after the visitors left before retiring to bed exhausted. Even though the son was exhausted, he was unable to fall asleep because of something bothering him. He made the decision to go see his father in the morning. There were hardly any people in the hallways and an unusually quiet hospital.

Many patients, according to the nurse, had returned home to spend Easter with their families. The son bowed his head as he began to ascend the stairs to the eighth floor, where his father’s hospital room was located. As he approached the door, he was contemplating how to apologize when he suddenly noticed that his father’s bed was vacant. He exited quickly and headed to the physician’s office. He noticed the doctor at the door speaking softly.

Despite our best efforts, we were unable to save the man. He passed away. And his final words were, “I am so disappointed in life, in myself, in my son, that I have failed to raise a decent person.”