Home after five days.
I call out his name. He looks up. Then, looks at his mother shyly, as if asking for permission. I call out his name again. This time, he gets up and walks slowly towards me. A shy smile coming over his face, he puts his hands up, and allows me to lift him up and shower his face with kisses. A laugh comes out and his whole body convulses with laughter. Life comes back to me.
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