When we stepped in there, we all couldn't recognize him. He was sitting on him chair, all so weak. He took him some time to recognize us and wave to us. He remembers all of us, I'm so happy. I shook his boney little hand and smiled.
My heart break into many pieces when I saw him, I almost burst out but I held my tears. I couldn't imagine he had gone through a coma after a high fever followed by a fits and woke up after a month. He's a fighter indeed, a strong fighter.
A young boy with a bright future, moving on with his new phrase of life as a teenager, was struck down. I wonder how will he manage when he gets well. The active young man, smart, obedient, he almost scared his parents to death.
I realized how unpredictable life could be. You never when you will just drop, or sleep and never wakes up anymore. We shouldn't take things for granted, people around us for granted. I was very encouraged by his will, he didn't give up, so we all shouldn't give up too. I'll pray for him, that God will soon heal him and bless him and his family.
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