My father and wife had never seen eye-to-eye, but when he fell into a coma after an accident, she stood by me through the darkest of times. We visited him every day, bringing flowers and talking to him, hoping he could hear us.
As my father slowly regained consciousness, we were eager to learn about his experience. With a weak but determined voice, he spoke his first words: “Your wife was here.” He looked directly at my wife, Leah, and I could sense a deep appreciation in his eyes.
My father was more than just a parent to us; he was our rock, our guiding light, and our source of strength. We prayed tirelessly for his recovery, and weeks turned into a blur of hospital visits and sleepless nights.
Just when we thought all hope was lost, my father squeezed my mother’s hand, a small but significant sign of his awakening. It was the first step towards his miraculous recovery, and we were overjoyed.
