"I hope you are all set, sir," he told me, his voice tinged with concern. I nodded my head, my gaze lowered in disappointment that Mohammed hadn't shown up to support me. A faint knock echoed through the room, and my heart leaped with anticipation, hoping it was him. However, as the door creaked open, my heart sank when I realized it wasn't him. I lay in that hospital room, trapped in a coma, yearning for a familiar face to break through the silence and sit by my side, yet no one came to visit me.
Then, one day, a figure strode through the door with purpose - it was my father! His eyes brimmed with tears as he rushed towards me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. Overwhelmed by emotions, I found myself at a loss for words. He had managed to locate me once again, a beacon of hope in my darkest hour. Returning his embrace, I clung to him, cherishing the presence of the only family I had left.
