A moment later, I stepped into the hallway, where a nurse was waiting to confirm with me what to do with my father’s body. When my father was admitted to hospital for treatment about three years ago, he established a deep friendship with me in front of his hospital bed. The young doctor rushed over from the door, and she put her arms around me tightly without saying anything. She said that she was on duty on another floor, but I heard that my father had just died. I didn’t ask her if she learned that this kind and beautiful mother and grandmother were all doctors. After holding my hand and accompanying me to the stairs, she held my finger tightly and promised to call me the next morning.

I stepped into the lobby and walked through the garage. I couldn’t seem to find where I parked my car. …