Li Na took a seat beside her sleeping mother and decided to play her guitar. The sweet refrain of her acoustic communicated in a melodic language to her mom's spirit. The strumming sound had an entrancing alleviating quality that she enjoyed. Meilin eyes gradually opened and her look met with that of the young girl that stopped by every morning to sing to her before she'd head off to some place with her twin.
It's been a year since Meilin had been in a vegetable state. But with months she improved. She survived it and woke up to see the faces she couldn't recognize.
She can move her facial muscles and her hand once in a while but her family was sure with time She'll get back on her feet.
