"Mom, I'm finally going home." Her child excitedly shouted as he sprang off the bed, started grabbing his things, and haphazardly shoved them in his bag.
Her eyes watched her son run from one corner of the spacious room to another as if he could not wait to get out of this place fast enough. But she could not blame him. If she had been in his condition, she would probably feel the same.
For years, she had sworn she would avoid this place because the white walls, the smell of antiseptic, the sound of those beeping machines, and the uniformed hospital staff had always reminded her of death.
She had always associated this place with pain and suffering.
But today, she felt different. Staring at her son, she could only be thankful, truly happy that Caleb had survived his operation. Now, he had the chance to have a normal life.
For the first time, she thought of this place as a source of hope. A chance for a future.
