My sweet little angels looked so dreadful right in front of my eyes, with their eyes red and puffy from crying their souls out just at the thought of losing Brandon. I couldn’t even think or imagine what would happen to them if something happened to Brandon. The fear of losing him was unbearable, as he was not only their father but also their rock and source of comfort. The thought of their innocent hearts breaking shattered me to the core.NO..... I stopped myself from thinking all the negative thoughts as I shook my head, shaking out all the mere negative thoughts. I reminded myself that Brandon was strong and resilient and had always found a way to overcome any obstacle. I held onto the belief that he would come out of this situation unscathed, reassuring myself that everything would be alright in the end.I embraced my arms around my kids, helping them calm their tears as I turned to face Brandon, who was asleep in his hospital bed. He looks comfortable and smooth at first glance,
Daniel sighed at Brandon's words, "For just one day." He gently placed his hand on Brandon's shoulder, emphasizing his concern. "But please remember, if anything goes wrong or you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out to me. Your safety is important to me."Brandon nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Yes, sir," Brandon said, laughing as he embraced Daniel in a friendly hug. "Thank you, thank you so much."Daniel smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "But... I have to check on you first, and only after my approval can you leave," Daniel said sternly this time. Daniel's stern tone conveyed the seriousness of his words. He wanted to ensure Brandon's well-being before granting him permission to leave. Brandon understood the importance of Daniel's condition and nodded in agreement, promising to follow Daniel's instructions. "Sure," replied Brandon, holding a big smile on his face.Daniel left after a few moments, leaving Brandon and me alone."Brandon, you know it's not safe for you
But just for now, I want to forget about everything else. Today Brandon got special permission to leave the hospital, even after being so sick. And that is why I need to forget all my worries for now, and I had to focus on Brandon to see that his day was nice and calm. And he can spend all his time at home with the kids. I want to make sure that Brandon feels loved and supported during his time at home, as it will greatly contribute to his recovery. It's important for me to create a peaceful and nurturing environment for him where he can relax and enjoy quality time with our children."Hey," Brandon whispered to my ears. “What happened?”"Nothing," I replied, frowning with a mere whisper.I could sense the concern in his voice and see the worry lines forming on his forehead. It was clear that he wanted to understand what was bothering me, but I didn't want to burden him with my own worries when he needed all the support he could get. "Then why have you been so zoned out?" Brandon aske
“Then Jane, I don’t want to hide anything from you, you’ve always been so honest about your past, your struggles, and I, on the other hand, shared nothing about my life or my past with you. But today I will…”I nodded, encouraging him to continue. “Brandon, if that’s what you want, then I won’t stop you, but do you really want to do this?”Brandon paused for a moment, his eyes filled with uncertainty.“Yes, I don’t want to hide anything from you. I know it's late but I want you to know the real me for once.”I don't really know what to say, but if that's what he wants, then I'll listen to him with all my ears.“I was ten when dad left mom for someone else, I still can remember their fighting on the night when my father left home without even looking back and it was the last time that I ever saw him and that was the day all my hopes and dreams of a happy family died. You know how children growing up see their parents loving and caring for each other, they build their future by placing t
The clock ticked thirteen, but the time seems to have stopped right at this moment. Seconds feel like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour, and every hour appears to be a lifetime.Every little thing around me looks so dismal as if a force is binding my mind and my soul into its grasp, and there is nothing I can do to change it other than stay immobile with dismal thoughts in my mind, waiting for someone to release me from this strong restraining hold. Surprisingly, this restraint is also something that keeps my reasoning, which is packed with all the dark and sad thoughts that are packed in my mind,But somewhere in my heart, there is also a hope that makes me believe that this time everything will go well and that nothing wrong will happen with Brandon, as it happened to Jared in the past.I know that right now, when I'm here occupied with my own thoughts, Brandon is fighting for life.I turned my eyes, looking at the operation room with the door closed, where Brandon and a tea
"JARED" words came out of my lips as my eyes opened, waking me up from my slumber stage. I rolled my eyes, looking around my surroundings, noticing that I was no longer in the meadows that I was in but in the hospital, sitting on an iron chair that I had been sitting in before."Jared," I mumbled slowly, tugging my hair tortuously. I saw Jared meet him after five years, and the way he was talking to me felt so real. It felt like he was alive and there for me by my side, helping and guiding me through my life even after his death. No words can describe how I'm feeling right now, seeing someone I love more than my life being present in front of me, talking to me, and cheering me on to live life.I don't know how to feel right now. I touched my face to the place where Jared's hands touched me, using his fingers to wipe my tears, but sadly, all that was my dream and not reality.Waiting, waiting, and more waiting. This is all I can do at this moment, making me pessimistic with every passi
Weeks have passed since then and there has been no hope of Brandon coming out of the coma. I don’t know what to do or expect at this point. With every passing day, my hope seems to shatter badly. Every day seems the same, I go to the hospital sitting beside Brandon, holding hands, in the hope of sensing some moments in his body, but every day there doesn’t seem to be any change in his condition. But I try my best to fight to not lose hope. I search for any signs of progress, clinging to the smallest glimmers of hope. Hope that everything will be alright. For once again Brandon will be with his kids with me. He will be normal. And I will keep fighting until the very end, for everyone that’s precious in my life. I remind myself of the beautiful memories we've shared together, the laughter and joy that filled our days. These memories fuel my determination to never give up on Brandon's recovery. I remember my conversation with Mrs. Samuel early today. Mrs. Samuel called me, holding a b
I took a deep breath before entering Brandon’s room.Every day, I come here, hoping for him to wake up and smile at him like he always used to, but nothing changes. He is still on his bed, lying lifeless. I shook my head. Plastering a smile on my face, I walk over to his bedside and gently hold his hand, hoping that somehow my presence can bring him comfort. Deep down, I know that even though he may not respond, my love and support are still reaching him in some way.“Look, Mrs. Samuel picked these flowers for you. See,” I brought flowers close to his face, hoping he would open his eyes. But his eyelids remained closed, unmoving. I sighed softly, placing the flowers in a vase on the bedside table, knowing that even if he couldn't physically see them, the gesture was a reminder of the beauty and love that still surrounded him.I shook my head, trying my best to smile, even though it hurt to see him like this. I reached out and gently held his hand, hoping that my touch would provide so