@Gianna96 11 July 2022 more from that month

My tired body slowly fell into the deep emptiness. I don't have an account of how long I was in deep sleep. Suddenly I regained consciousness with the touch of something cold on my forehead. Putting all the fatigue aside, I looked at the two heavy eyes, I saw my 11-year-old daughter standing with a small hand on my forehead. And his eyes are dripping with water, maybe at any time it will fall in a torrential downpour. This is the first time I felt another form of Bholabasa in my chest, I saw a living form of unconditional love. I was speechless. It was as if a longing for survival was engulfing me. It was as if a new golden day had dawned. This is what it means to survive.