Thanks for the Japanese translation of this article.

I have been in hospital for half a year. In my ward, there is a man named K who is completely bedridden. His daily pleasure is to ask the nurse if her son called me. Then listen to the nurse and say yes. At first, I watched K communicate with the nurse in bed, and felt that I was really a good son who called my father every day to ask about his illness.

However, after a while, I knew it was a lie. It wasn't my son who called, but the nurse pretended to have a phone. This is a gentle lie told by the nurse to encourage K and give him hope. It's sad, too Because, I heard that when I was just hospitalized, my son did call every day. Driving a truck, running around the country every day, can't go directly to the hospital. It is said that K has been critically ill several times since he was admitted to the hospital. At that time, when the nurse said that she had a son's phone number, she was incredibly good at once.

So one day, the hospital received a sad phone call. This is the notice that my son died in a traffic accident. Of course, worried about K's illness, (nurses) decided not to tell him about it. From that day on, the imaginary phone call of nurses began.

However, the lies of such nurses did not last long. K's illness is getting worse every day. When he was dying, he kept saying thank you, thank you. As K's body walked out of the ward, walked down the corridor to the elevator and passed by the nurse station, Rinrin's phone suddenly rang and everyone stopped for a moment. Then, listening to the ringing bell, the scene of the nurse's tears flowing down can still be vividly recalled, almost ten years ago.