A Short Story On Old-Age Home.

**The Last Visit**

Rajesh had not seen his father in over a year. He was busy with his work, his wife, his kids, and his social life. He always told himself that he would visit his father soon, but he never found the time or the motivation. His father lived in an old-age home, a place where Rajesh felt uncomfortable and guilty. He hated seeing the frail and lonely faces of the elderly, who reminded him of his own mortality and neglect.

But one day, he received a call from the old-age home. His father had suffered a stroke and was in critical condition. Rajesh felt a surge of panic and regret. He rushed to the old-age home, hoping to see his father alive and well. He entered the room where his father lay on a bed, hooked to machines and tubes. He looked pale and weak, barely recognizable.

Rajesh approached the bed and held his father's hand. His father opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Rajesh...my son...you came..." he whispered.

"Father...I'm so sorry...I should have visited you more often...please forgive me..." Rajesh sobbed.

His father squeezed his hand gently.

"It's okay, son...I understand...you have your own life...I'm proud of you..."

They looked at each other for a few moments, tears in their eyes.

"Father...I love you..." Rajesh said.

"I love you too, son..." his father said.

Then, his father closed his eyes and breathed his last.

Rajesh felt a shock of pain and grief. He cried out loud, holding his father's hand.

He realized that this was his last visit to his father, and he wished he had made more of them.