I woke up, feeling the soft light of morning hitting my face, and I let out a groan. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was still in a hospital bed, with wires attached to my hands. Glancing around the room, I saw that it was empty, and I couldn't help but wonder where Omar was. I had become accustomed to his presence.
I attempted to move my head and looked out of the room's glass wall to see the sun beginning to rise. It was still early, and the sun's rays illuminated the snow-covered mountains, creating a breathtaking scene. I marveled at the beauty of the snow-capped peaks against the vibrant green landscape. It felt like a new day, a reminder that life continued despite the weather, and there was always hope as long as I was alive.
I felt much better than I did the previous day, and I relaxed my muscles, letting my body rest. However, the reality of my situation sank in. I had nowhere to go, and seeking shelter in other people's houses wasn't an option.
