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

Rebirth, being born again. I don’t know how true this term itself is, but after experiencing a near-death moment, I can say that the word 'rebirth' does hold deep meaning for me. It was a life-altering event that made me realize the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment. The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude.Before entering the operating room, there wasn’t much thought in my mind. I was simply going through the motions, unaware of the profound impact that awaited me. However, as I lay on the operating table, my perspective shifted drastically. The fear and uncertainty consumed me, forcing me to confront my mortality head-on.I didn’t even know if I would come out alive. At that moment alone, I lost all my remaining hope for life. I was helpless that I couldn’t do anything good for my family, leaving them all alone. But still, there was hope that nothing bad would happen, and no

That is why I changed the subject, “Coming in, I grabbed your discharge papers, let’s just pack up and leave. Everyone is waiting for you at home.”All this time, I tried to hide my face from Brandon. I know that if he sees me, he’ll know that I’m disturbed. Brandon grabbed, my hand turning my face towards him. “Jane,”I plastered a fake smile on my face, handing his clothes to him. “Here are your clothes. Go change before we leave,”“Jane, talk to me. I don’t like when you’re silent,”“Oh, you don’t like my silence now. What about when you never even bothered to say hi to me?” The words that were grounded in my heart for days finally came out. “You ignored me, Brandon. I was always there with you like you asked, but you never even bothered to say a word to me, you can talk to everyone even your ex who left you alone with Marline but you can’t talk to me,” Brandon went silent for a moment, his eyes scanning me silently. “Just because I didn’t share the same feeling as you, you forgot

"Mom, is it necessary to move places? I like it in here." Liam said it with a hint of sadness in his voice. He had grown attached to their current home, cherishing the memories they had created within its walls. I turn my eyes to him and see the longing in his gaze as he gazes at the familiar surroundings. "This place is good, and it will always remain in our hearts," I said as I reached out to hold his hand. "But sometimes change is necessary for growth and new experiences. Moving can be an opportunity for us to create new memories and discover new things together." "Who knows, you will start liking your new home even more than this one," I added with a reassuring smile. "We can make it our own and fill it with love, just like we did here." Liam nodded his head in agreement, his eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and hope. "Maybe, you're right. And can we come back here to visit our old home sometimes?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of longing. "Of course," I replie

"So where were we?" He smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously, as he pushed the door open and guided me inside. As lips met once again, the worries and concerns of the outside world faded away, replaced by a shared sense of passion and love.At that moment, time seemed to stand still as our bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fiery desire that consumed us both. Lost in the intensity of our embrace, we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating bliss of being completely present in each other's arms."Jane..." Brandon mumbled, breaking the kiss and staring at me with a mixture of adoration and longing in his eyes. "I never want this moment to end," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity."Me too." I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words enveloping my heart.I leaned in closer, pressing my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the space between us. "Let's make every second count," I whispered, sealing our promise with a gentle kiss. "Let's create memories of