I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
It was congenital. The doctor futher continued with the horrific narrative and even suggested that I should be taken to India for further medical assitance. Either that, or if we had any religious belief, that was the time to seek spiritual and religious help. I could not understand anything the doctor said at that time. But I could definitely read pain and heartbreak from my parents faces. You know, tough times call for tough decisions.
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