Most of the time I can keep my emotions in check, but early in the morning, when I wake up in the hospital and look over at my son attached to so many machines, I get really scared and I can't contain my fears. I break down and cry for a while, then I force myself to regain my composure and brace myself for another day of watching my son fight his way through the fog.
Every day I hope to see his eyes ... to tell him I love him and hear him say he loves me, too. Maybe that day is today.
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