It's pitiful to be old. It's even more pitiful to have many unfilial children. My grandmother is almost 90, with five children: two sons and three daughters. Now she's sick, and only my mother and second aunt take care of her. Today, when I picked her up, she got carsick, so I prepared a bag beforehand, but she still vomited in the car. I was so careful, afraid my mother would scold her. My mother quietly wiped it clean with tissues, and I told her it was okay. Her two sons are always calculating who will take care of her. Their wives are like tigresses. The daughters-in-law act like elders, and the elders act like children in their presence. The sons-in-law are also fierce. They all say, "If the sons don't care, why are you so anxious about your daughters?" The problem is, if you can't rely on your sons, and your daughters don't care either, no one will even know if the old woman dies. When my grandmother went to my aunt's husband's house, he yelled at her like she was a little kid. So, during Chinese New Year, all the elders call to wish her a happy new year. I haven't called my aunt's husband's family in years. I've finally understood: if children are unfilial, no matter how many there are, it's useless! For them, their aging parents are like a burden on a wandering soul. Relatives are just names; if someone's character is bad, then it's best to cut ties. There's no point in maintaining contact.