Day by day, life moved on; tackling each day as it came. My discharge from the ward was slow-approaching. Finally here it was, my discharge-summary. I was now going back after several moments of being in the hospital. How was I supposed to adapt? At quite the young age, my hospitalization and all the surgeries had revealed the truth about my health condition. But had it done the same to anyone else? NO
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.
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