an end, that her reawakening was a final farewell.
Regaining consciousness for that small, relatively joyous
slice of our lives, Ana’s timing had been, above all, perfect.
The majority of her immediate family had been present.
She talked with her brother over the phone, and her
awakening gave the two of us another chance to kiss and
hold one another.
Did she somehow know it was all coming to a close?
Was this a final farewell or a medically explained
physiological reaction to treatment? Even if that revival was
that, it could not have been better orchestrated.
“Well, tomorrow’s another day,” Dr. Rizek had said.
And here it was. Another day—just another day.
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