Two weeks in the hospital left my mom looking smaller and weaker than I’d ever seen. That Sunday night, I climbed into bed beside her—like when I was a kid—and put on two documentaries.
In the middle of the beeping machines and sterile air, something unexpected happened: I joked about her eyelashes, and she burst into laughter. Real, unstoppable laughter.
For a moment, the hospital faded away. All that remained was love, and the reminder that even in the darkest places, joy can still break through.
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