<正> “When can I go home?Soon?”Dad asked as I was puttingon my coat, his voice plaintive.Sitting there in his wheelchair, my 87-year-old fatherlooked as bereft as a little boy who had just dropped his icecream cone on the sidewalk. ~* I couldn’t bring myself to say nooutright.“We’ll see,”I said. I brushed his wispy gray hair offhis forehead and gave him a kiss.“Bye,Dad. I’ll be back tomor-